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QUOTATIONS 

IN 

POETRY AND PROSE 


CULLED FROM 

SPEECHES AND WRITINGS OF 

IRISH AND IRISH-AMERICAN AUTHORS 

BY MRS. ELIZABETH MURRIN 



Metropolitan Press 

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P B E F A C E. 


The impossibility of finding a book containing verified 
brief quotations from any considerable number of Irish au- 
thors has actuated the undertaking of this work. No preten- 
sion is made in this small volume of representing all of the 
authors of Irish birth or ancestry, from whose writings are to 
be obtained beautifully expressed thoughts in prose and poetry, 
but if the selections herein contained shall induce a more 
familiar acquaintance with the works from which these quota- 
tions are taken, it is reasonable to assume that a desire for 
familiarity with the works of other authors of the same nation- 
ality or antecedents may follow. It is true that many have 
dated their love for one or more authors from an impression 
made by a single sentence or stanza pleasing to the fancy. If 
such results shall accrue from a reading of the selections herein 
contained, the effort expended in their compilation will be 
largely compensated. 


E. M. 


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timore ; Catholic Standard and Times, Philadelphia, and Irish 
World, New York. 


QUOTATIONS 


ABSENCE: 

Oh ! could thou but know 
With what a deep devotedness of woe, 

I wept thy absence — o’er and o’er again. 

1 Moore: Lalla Rookh: V. P. of Khorassan. 

ACTION: 

Noble actions are not judged by size, 

The great intent the action magnifies. 

2 Denis A. McCarthy: Heroes — In A Round of Rhymes. 

The study of mankind is earth-born action. 

3 John Boyle O'Reilly: Star Gazing. 

Act ! for in action are Wisdom and Glory ; 

Fame, Immortality — these are its crown : 

Wouldst thou illumine the tablets of story, 

Build on Achievements thy Dome of Renown. 

4 Mangan: Cheerfulness, Ger. Ant. 

Action, not abstract thought alone can warm 
The great heart of humanity in life’s fierce storm. 

5 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : The Fate of the Lyrist. 

The moral rectitude or depravity of our actions cannot be de- 
termined without taking into account the intention. 

6 Cardinal Gibbons: In Faith of Our Fathers. 

ACTIVITY: 

Our pride, our hopes, our fears, our ambitions are but illusions 
which spur us to activity in the service of others ; traces 
that bind us to the car of human progress, making of all 
our activities forces to move it onward and upward. 

7 W. Bourke Cockran: In Lecture on Race Problem. 


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ADMIRATION: 

Love and ambition are contagious fire; 

We would excel wherever we admire. 

8 Lover : Lay of the Rapt Spirit. 

ADULATION: 

Adulation ever follows the ambitious, for such alone receive 
the most pleasure from flattery. 

9 Goldsmith : Vicar of Wakefield. 

ADVERSITY: 

Good fortune oft’ comes in adversity’s form, 

And the rainbow is brightest when darkest the storm. 

10 Lover: Never Despair. 

ADVICE: 

Of all things we know, great or small, 

In sea or in the air, hill or hollow, 

On this here terrestrial ball. 

Good advice is the hardest to follow. 

11 Lover: No Followers. 

O Woman ! designed for conquest of hearts, 

To your own native charms add not too many arts ; 

If a poet’s quaint rhyme might dare offer advice, 

You should be nice all over — but not over nice. 

12 Samuel Lover: The Crooked Stick. 

AFFECTATION: 

Coquet and coy at once her air, 

Both studied, though both neglected; 

Careless she is with artful care, 

Affecting to seem unaffected. 

13 William Congreve: Amoret. 
AFFECTION: 

Oh, guard our affection, nor e r er let it feel 

The blight that this world o’er the warmest will steal, 

While the faith of all round us is fading or past, 

Let ours, ever green, keep its bloom to the last. 

14 Moore: Oh, Guard Our Affection. 


AGE: 

Each age gave a traitor or tyrant 
To build up the wrongs that we see, 

But each age, too, gives heroes’ aspirant 
Of the fame or the death of the free. 

15 Lady Wild (Speranza) : The Prisoners. 


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Age is a mask, in heart we grow more young, 

For in our winters we talk most of spring. 

16 Maurice Francis Egan: Perpetual Youth . 

What though it be that Time with shining hand 
Shall lay his silver radiance on thy brow, 

Thy soul is beautiful within and grows not old. 

17 Rowland B. Mahany: To One Dreading Old Age. 

Old age ! the sound is harsh, and grates : 

Yet life’s a semblance, not a truth : 

Time binds an hourly changing mask 
On souls in changeless light that bask — 

Younger we grow when near the gates 
Of everlasting youth ! 

18 Aubrey De Vere: Age. 

Age, in a virtuous person of either sex, carries in it an au- 
thority which makes it preferable to all the pleasures of 
youth. 

19 Steele: Essay on Age. 

Blest is the man, from trade apart, 

Whose life amid the rural scene 
Recalls an elder age serene, 

And shuns the harvest of the mart. 

20 Rowland B. Mahany: Charms of Rural Life. 

O, Sir, I must not tell you my age ; 

They say women and music should never be dated. 

21 Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer , Act III. 

Do not ask 
His age today, 

But only say 
It matters not, 

The good he sought, 

Great things he wrought — 

Results that stay; 

Love lit his way — 

A blessed lot. 

22 James Nicoll Johnston: A Good Man's Birthday: 

In Donegal Memories. 

I once asked his age ; he smiled and said : 

“The rose that sleeps upon yon valley’s breast, 

Just born today, is not as old as I.” 

23 Father Ryan: Fragments From an Epic Poem. 

At last thou restest ’mid that heavenly clime, 

Where Act is Rest, and Age perpetual prime. 

24 Aubrey De Vere: Cardinal Newman. 


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He was not young nor old — yet he was both ; 

Nor young by turns, but always both at once ; 

For youth and age commingled in his ways, 

His words, his feelings, and his thoughts and acts. 

25 Father Ryan : A Mystery. 

Let who will sing of youthful cheer, 

I know a holier joy! 

The man who keeps at eighty years 
The glad heart of a boy. 

26 Mary Elizabeth Blake: At Eighty. In Harbor of Hope. 


AGREEABLENESS : 

Few men are qualified to shine in company, but it is in most 
men’s power to be agreeable. 

27 Dean Swift: Thoughts on Various Subjects. 

Agreeableness does not necessarily imply external beauty or 
cleverness, but it is hard to conceive of it apart from 
gentle and kindly manners. 

28 Katherine E. Conway: To Have and to Hold: 

In Making Friends and Keeping Them. 

AMBITION: 

In ascending the heights of ambition, which look bright from 
below, every step we rise shows us some new and gloomy 
prospect of hidden disappointment. 

29 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. Chapter X. 

Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so 
climbing is performed in the same posture as creeping. 

30 Dean Swift: Thoughts on Various Subjects. 

From stainless snow to the moor below 

The heart like the brook has a waning mission : 

The hurried dream in life’s sluggish stream 

Is the golden sand of our young ambition. 

31 John Boyle O’Reilly: Under the River. 


ANXIETIES: 

It is a melencholy consideration, indeed, that our chief com- 
forts often produce our greatest anxieties, and that an in- 
crease of our possessions is but an inlet to new disquie- 
tudes. 

32 Goldsmith: The Good-Natured Man. 


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APPLAUSE: 

He who seeks only for applause from without, has all his 
happiness in another’s keeping. 

33 Goldsmith: The Good-Natured Man. 

ARBITRARY POWER: 

Those who give and those who receive arbitrary power are 
alike criminal; and there is no man but is bound to 
resist it to the best of his power, wherever it shall show 
its face to the world. 

34 Edmund Burke : On Arbitrary Power. 

Law and arbitrary power are in eternal enmity. * * * It 

is a contradiction in terms, it is blasphemy in religion, it 
is wickedness in politics, to say that any man can have 
arbitrary power. 

35 Edmund Burke: The Trial of Warren Hastings. 


ART: 

Art that suggests passion is like a fallen angel. 

36 Archbishop Keane: Home. 

All art deals with nature and truth, but not with all nature 
and truth. 

37 John Boyle O'Reilly: From Speeches. 


Art should ever be uplifting, should point from the real to the 
ideal. 

38 Archbishop Keane: Art. 


The ideal has resources beyond the actual. 

It is indefinite, and art is indefinitely powerful. 

39 Thomas Davis: Essay on Art. 

The best literature is not only a realm of Art, but it may be, 
and it ought to be the very highest reach and realm of 
Art. 

40 Archbishop Keane: Art. 

To create a mass of great pictures, statues and buildings, is 
of the same sort of ennoblement to a people as to create 
great poems or histories, or make great codes, or win 
great battles. 

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Thomas Davis: Essay on Art. 


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Art in its mighty privileges receives 
Painter and painted in its bonds forever ; 

A girl by Raphael in his glory lives — 

A Washington unto his limner gives 
The ages’ love to crown his best endeavor. 

42 Savage: Washington. 

He who rests content with the smoothness and finish of the 
marble statue, or with the mere sound of the musical 
chord, or with the brilliancy of the colors on the pictured 
canvas, and perceives nothing more than a form, a note, a 
ray of light, mistakes the source and aim of art. 

43 Patrick Francis Mullany ( Br . Azarias) : 

In Essays Philosophical. 

Art, in its various embodiments in marble, in harmony, on the 
canvas, in poetry, symbolizes the idea that gives it mean- 
ing. 

44 Patrick Francis Mullany ( Br . Azarias) : Ibid. 

Art is true when art to God is true, 

And only then: to copy Nature’s work 

Without the chains that run the whole world through, 

Gives us the eye without the lights that lurk 
In its clear depths : no soul no truth, is there. 

45 M. F. Egan: Fra Angelo: In Songs and Sonnets. 

ARTIST: 

A flattering painter who made it his care, 

To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. 

46 Goldsmith: Retaliation. 

His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; 

His manners were gentle, complying and bland; 

Still born to improve us in every part, 

His pencil our faces — his manners our heart. 

47 Goldsmith: Ibid. 

ARGUMENT: 

Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, 

And thought of convincing while they thought of dining. 

48 Goldsmith: Retaliation. 

In arguing, too, the person owned his skill, 

For e’en though vanquished he could argue still, 

While words of learned length and thundering sound 
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; 

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew 
That one small head could carry all he knew. 

49 Goldsmith: The Deserted Village. 


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ASPIRATION: 

There’s wealth they say in foreign climes, 

And fame for those who dare aspire, 

And who that does not sigh betimes 
For something better, nobler, higher? 

50 McGee: Mary's Heart. 

AUTUMN: 

O sweet, sad season teach us e’er you go, 

0 teach us e’er your mellow lights have passed, 

The secret in the fading of your day ; 

That when life’s end approaches we may know 
The way to make our fairest, brightest, last ! 

51 M. F. Egan: November. 

1 miss the hood of the blushing rose, 

The violet-drifts, and the lilacs sweet, 

The hawthorn hedge with its virgin snows, 

And the golden disk of the Margurite. 

The dying sun at the gates of light 
Wistfully treads his red wine-press, 

The sea grows dark with coming night, 

And the once glad land is wilderness. 

52 Thomas Davis: An Autumn Reverie. 

The far out-stretching woodlands, this glorious autumn day, 
Are brilliant with the beauty preceeding swift decay, 

While nature’s grand cathedral upon its floors receives 
Its column’s crowning glory — bright wreathes of autumn 
leaves. 

53 Mary A. Ford (TJna): Autumn Leaves. 

AUTHORS: 

Funds, physic, corn, poetry, boxing, romance, 

All excellent subjects for turning a penny; 

To write upon all is an author’s sole chance, 

For attaining at last the least knowledge of any. 

54 Moore: Literary Advertisement. 

* * * Each poet with a different talent writes, 

One praises, one instructs, another bites ; 

Horace did ne’r aspire to epic bays, 

Nor lofty Maro stoop to lyric lays. 

Examine how your humor is inclined, 

And which the ruling passion of your mind ; 

Then seek a poet who your way does bend, 

And choose an author as you choose a friend. 

55 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ) : 

Essay on Translated Verse. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


BANNER: 

Furl that banner, for r tis weary ; 

Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary ; 

Furl it, fold it, it is best ; 

For there’s not a man to wave it, 

And there’s not a sword to save it, 

And there’s not one left to lave it 
In the blood which heroes gave it ; 

And its foes now scorn and brave it ; 

Furl it, hide it, let it rest ! 

56 Father Ryan: The Conquered Banner. 

BATTLE: 

I count it as noble to fight God’s battles as to keep his peace. 

57 Oeorge W. Russell: From Ideals in Ireland. 

BEAUTY: 

The sky is blue and gold and pearl-besprint, 

High blazes color, larkspur, poppy, pink ; 

The air is incense; it is joy to live; 

Yet only soulless creatures are content. 

Alas ! in all this splendor we must think, 

Beyond this beauty what has earth to give? 

58 M. F. Egan: Golden Noon. 

The earthly and the heavenly co-operate in molding us to that 
gentleness, that refinement, which is the reflex of beauty 
and the sweetest homage paid to it. 

59 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Woman. 

A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air ; 

Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows; 

The great deep thrills — for through it everywhere 
The breath of beauty blows. 

60 George W. Russell: The Great Breath. 

The poet, the musician, the painter, the sculptor, all are 
brother-interpreters of the supreme beauty which has 
existed from remotest eternity. 

61 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

They say her beauty flaunts its flower 
Within the courts of kings afar ; 

But see how thorns emesh the bower, 

And never comes a star. 

62 Thomas Walsh: On a Gate-Stone at Granada. 


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Oh, sing me a song of beauty ! I’m tired of the stressful song, 
I’m weary of all the preaching, the arguing right and wrong, 
I’m fain to forget the adder that under the leaf lies curled, 

And dream of the light and beauty that gladdens the grey old 
world. 

63 Denis A. McCarthy: In a Round of Rhymes. 

Give me instead of beauty’s bust 
A tender heart, a loyal mind, 

Which with temptation I would trust, 

Yet never linked with error find. 

64 George Darley: True Loveliness. 

Earth’s beauty never fades for me, 

However drear the skies, 

For still some gleam from leaf or light 
Rewards my watching eye. 

65 Charlotte Grace O'Brien: Winter. 

The world is beginning anew today; 

Fire is awake in each clod of clay ; 

The ragweeds know what has never been told 
By the old to the young, or the young to the old, 

The hawthorns tell it in broad daylight ; 

The evening primrose awaits the night, 

Her beautiful secret she shuts in close 
Till the last late bee goes home from the rose. 

And I am the secret, the flower, and the tree ; 

I am beauty ; O youth, I have blossomed for thee. 

66 Mrs. W. Chesson ( Nora Hopper): Niam. 

He may boast of the beauty that smiles in the East ! 

Yet we know not what dross may be mixed with the ore, 

But here, in our own sunny Isle of the West, 

We have beauty and virtue — could angels have more? 

67 Michael Hogan: Irish Beauty and Eastern Peris. 

Bright Summer dreams of white cascade, 

Of lake and wood and river ! 

The vision from the eye may fade. 

The heart keeps it forever, 

There beauty dwells in rarest dells, 

There every leaf rejoices ; 

By cliff and steep, by craig and deep, 

You hear their pleasant voices. 

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James Nicoll Johnston. 


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BELLS: 

I’ve heard bells chiming full many a clime in, 

Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine, 

While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate, 

But all their music spoke naught like thine ; 

For memory, dwelling on each proud swelling 
Of the belfry, knelling its bold notes free, 

Made the bells of Shandon, sound far more grand, on 
The pleasant waters of the river Lee. 

69 Rev. Francis Mahony ( Father Prout) : 

Bells of Shandon. 

Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! 

How many a tale their music tells 
Of youth, of home, and that sweet time 
When last I heard their soothing chime. 

70 Moore: Those Evening Bells. 

And Virgin saints and holy men 
The vesper song were singing, 

And sweetly down the rocky glen 
The vesper bell was ringing. 

71 Gerald Griffin: The Fate of Cathleen. 

Sometimes a single hour 
Rings through a long life-time, 

As from a temple tower 
There often falls a chime 
From blessed bells, that seems 
To fold in Heaven’s dreams 
Our spirit round a shrine ; , 

Hath such been thine? 

72 Father Ryan: Note. 

And O ye bells, whose requiem toll 
Speaks to the heart of life and death ; 

Whose pulsing throb and deepest tone 
Are but a type of human breath. 

73 Thomas O' Hagan: Tears of the Maple. 

I know the bells are ringing 
From many a belfry quaint, 

In many a chapel the sagart tells 
The glories of Ireland’s saint ; 

From many a cabin lowly and poor, 

From many a mansion gay, 

The strains arise to the listening skies 
Of sweet “St. Patrick’s Day.” 

74 Denis A. McCarthy: St. Patrick's Day Mem. 


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Toll, toll, with a rapid vibration, with a melody silv’ry and 
strong, 

The bells from the sound-shaken belfry are singing their first 
maiden song; 

***** 

Quivering and broken the atmosphere trembles and twinkles 
around, 

Like the eyes and the hearts of the hearers that glisten and 
beat to the sound. 

75 Dennis McCarthy: The Bell Founder , Part II. 

O blessed bells, bring cheer to all, 

The sad, the poor, the lone, 

Who, shivering, crouch by cheerless hearths, 

Or bowed in anguish moan ; 

Make human hearts, with gen’rous deeds, 

Enrich this festal time, 

That even want and woe may smile 
To hear the Christmas chime. 

76 Mrs. Mary A. Ford (Una) : Christmas Bells. 

Hush ! there’s a step on the creaking stair ; 

Plow painful it sounds on the midnight air ; 

Men’s hearts to a fearful tension strung, 

Scarce dare to throb, while their lips are dumb. 

Higher and higher the footsteps ring. 

See the bellman clutches the trembling string ; 

One moment more, and with musical swell 
Sounds the song of freedom from Liberty Bell ! 

77 Collins: Independence Bell. 

In many a varying cadence ringing 
The willing bell will publish far, 

The fitful changes hourly springing 
Beneath man’s ever-shifting star. 

78 Thomas Davis: Offices of the Bell. 

BENEVOLENCE: 

Benevolence befits the wisest mind ; 

But he who has not studied to be kind, 

Who grants for asking, gives without a rule, 

Hurts whom he helps, and proves himself a fool. 

79 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wheat Grains. 

BIRTH: 

There is a pride in lofty birth, 

But honor is the meed of merit ; 

And nobler is the living worth, 

Than ought which thriftless heirs inherit. 

80 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland. Part II. 


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BIRTHRIGHT: 

God gives no second gift to a nation if it flings aside its birth- 
right. 

81 George W. Russell: From Ideals in Ireland. 

BOOKS: 

Still at an open window, where 

Gleams on the leaves the lamp new lit, 

For hours we read old books, and share 

Their thoughts and pictures, love and wit. 

82 Thomas Canfield Irwin : A Window Song. 

If a book can tell you nothing of value you ought to cut it as 
you should an acquaintance who is a bore, intent upon 
burgling your time. 

83 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

It is not the size of the book that counts, it is that which is 
in it. 

84 Charles J. O'Malley: Ibid. 

All things reveal themselves unto his kin, 

His chart is human life ; his books are men. 

85 Denis A. McCarthy: The Poet. 

This modest genius breathed one wish alone, 

To have his volume read, himself unknown ; 

But different far the course his glory took, 

All knew the author, and — none read the book. 

86 Moore: In Satirical Poems. 

We must study the book of nature as we study the Book of 
Scriptures, not in detached portions, but each in connec- 
tion with the whole. 

87 Cardinal Gibbons: In Our Christian Heritage. 

The most accomplished way to use books is to serve them as 
some people do lords ; learn their titles and then brag of 
their acquaintance. 

88 Laurence Sterne: In Bon Mots. 

Remember that books are companions, and of the most inti- 
mate sort. 

89 Archibishop Keane: On Home. 

Books are moralists that never bore us or thrust themselves 
upon us. 

90 Cardinal Gibbons: In Ambassador of Christ. 


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Our books, the mute companions of our solitude, are fearless 
preachers. They will not pardon our vanity, nor connive 
at our faults. 

91 Cardinal Gibbons: Ibid. 

The best books in morals will not advance anyone a step in 
rectitude of conduct unless his heart is in the work he 
reads. 

92 Cardinal Gibbons: Ibid. 

Books, like true friends, will proclaim the truth without fear 
of offending us, for we never quarrel with our books, or 
question their sincerity how severely soever they may re- 
buke us. 

93 Cardinal Gibbons: Ibid. 

BRAVERY: 

Fortune only twines her garlands for the brave. 

94 Sir Charles Gaven Duffy: Innishowen. 

CAUSE: 

Your cause must triumph unless you yourselves crush it. 

95 Daniel O'Connell: Justice for Ireland. 

In a cause which I always considered — conscientiously con- 
sidered — as the cause of justice and freedom, it is no 
great effort, at this day, to add the sacrifice of my life. 

96 Wolfe Tone: In Address to the Court-Martial. 

We that do study things in their first cause, 

Are not so quickly moved by the effect. 

97 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act III, Scene 1. 

CAUTION: 

Early and provident fear is the mother of safety. 

98 Edmund Burk: Speech on Cone, with American Col. 

CHANCE: 

Whatever lacks purpose is evil ; a pool without pebbles breeds 
slime ; 

Not any one step has chance fashioned on the infinite stair- 
way of time. 

99 Charles J. O'Malley: Worthiness. 

CHARACTER: 

Self-sacrifice is the most conspicuous element of a virtuous 
and religious character. 

100 William H. Lecky: Difference Between Sexes. 


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’Tis not with men, as shrubs and trees, 

That by the shoot you know the 
Hank and order of the stem. 

101 James Sheridan Knowles: From Virginus. 

CHARITY: 

As long as love — almighty love, 

Shall on his throne of thrones abide, 

Thou, Charity, shall dwell above, 

Smiling forever by His side. 

102 Moore: Angel of Charity 

O blessed Charity ! Religion mild ! 

Thy gentle smiles are never meant to wound — 

No jest hast thou for error’s helpless child, 

But holy tears and love without abound — 

Thy constant votaries ! 

103 Gerald Griffin : On Remembering an 

Inadvertant Jest on Lord Byron. 

CHEERFULNESS: 

If we can live and laugh, and pray, not grumbling, 

’Tis all we can do here, and ’tis the best. 

104 John Boyle O'Reilly: Star Gazing. 

Then throw aside your robes of grief, 

And let your life be jolly ; 

To every wrinkle give a reef, 

To fools give melancholy. 

Thank Heaven for what it has bestowed ; 

Cease, cease this useless pining ! 

And take the independent road, 

Where light is always shining. 

105 James Nicoll Johnston: A Friend's Advice. 

Seek the cheer of a gladsome heart and of loving friends, not 
the cheating joys of the wine cup. 

106 Archbishop Keane: Right Living. 

CHRISTMAS: 

’Tis Christmas, and green arches rise 
Of Ivy, twined with flowers ; 

From lamp and taper mellow light 
Streams round in joyous showers. 

Nor dream that hearth-stone’s ruddy blaze 
Too home-like or too gay; 

Our pilgrim-path is drear enough, 

Beguile it as we may. 

107 Rev. Matthew Russell, S. J.: 

In a Soggarth's Last Verses. 


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To thee dear Bethlehem today, 

Our willing hearts are turning, 

Yet by the manger still we stay, 

While faith and love are burning. 

That manger is a sacred shrine 
Where pulse and heart beat faster 
Its babe is now our King devine, 

Redeemer, Lord and Master. 

108 James Nicoll Johnston: Christmas: 

In Donegal Memories. 


Whatever the fancies Christmas Eve 
Are haunting the lonely man, 

Whether they gladden, or whether they grieve, 

He’ll sing them as best he can. 

109 Father Ryan: A Christmas Chant. 

Oh, make us brave 

and wise! 

And strengthen on this Christmas Eve, our dim shortsighted 
eyes, 

That we may know Thee, Lord, whate’er Thy sad or strange 
disguise ! 

110 Katharine E. Comeay: A Christmas Rhyme: 

In a Dream of Lilies. 

Snow, wrap the earth in robes of white ; 

Ye stars heaven’s vaults adorning, 

Shed o’er the world a brighter light 
On this dear Christmas morning. 

111 James Nicoll Johnston: Christmas: 

In Donegal Memories. 

At Christmas, Christmas, in Ireland long ago, 

Without the wind might bluster, and without the wind might 
blow, 

Within was peace among us and the kind word to and fro, 

At Christmas, Christmas in Ireland long ago. 

112 Denis A. McCarthy: Christmas in Ireland Long Ago: 

In Voices from Erin 

CLOUDS: 

There never w r as a valley without a faded flower, 

There never was a heaven without some little cloud ; 

The face of day may flash with light in any morning hour, 
But evening soon shall come with her shadow-woven shroud. 

113 Father Ryan: A Thought. 


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Clouds, clouds, they were nothing but clouds after all ! 

That chain of Mont Blanc, which my fancy flew o’er, 

With a wonder that naught on this earth can recall, 

Were but clouds of evening and now nothing more. 

114 Moore : Rhymes on the Road. Ext. III. 

The mariner marks when the tempest sings loud 
That the rainbow is brighter the darker the cloud. 

115 Lover : Never Despair. 

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form 
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, 

Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. 

Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 

116 Goldsmith: Des. Village. 

COMPARISONS: 

As the soil is rich or sterile, will its yield be great or small, 

But no mold can change the nature of the germ thereon let 
fall. 

As the seed is, so the harvest ; only oaks from acorns grow ; 
Like produces like forever, and we reap just what we sow. 

117 Arthur Barry O'Neill , C. S. C.: A Changeless Law: 

In Between Whiles. 

COMPETENCE: 

Competence is a sustainer of respectability, and many a man 
is steadied by the weight of the cash in his pocket. 

118 Aubrey De Vere: English Misrule and Irish Misdeed. 

CONCEIT: 

Puffed up with pride and insolence, 

Without a grain of common sense, 

See with what consequence he stalks, 

With what pomposity he talks. 

119 Dean Swift: The Upstart. 

CONFIDENCE: 

Faith stands 

On unsure ground where confidence is wanting. 

120 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus. 

CONSTANCY: 

O Constancy! 

Where thou art wanting all our gifts are naught ! 

121 Aubrey De Vere: Man's Mind, etc. 

Give me instead of beauty’s bust 
A tender heart, a loyal mind, 

Which with temptation I would trust, 

Yet never linked with error find. 

122 George Darley: True Lovliness. 


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CONQUEROR: 

Earth shows no laureled conqueror so truly great as he 
Who laid the sword and power aside when once his land was 
free. 

123 Mary A. Ford : Washington’s Farewell to His Army. 

Long time in that old battered castle, 

Or out on the waves with his clan, 

He feasted and ventured and conquered, 

But ne’er struck his colors to man. 

In a fight ’gainst the foe of his country 
He died as a brave man should die ; 

And he sleeps r neath the waters of Ciena, 

Where the waves sing his caoine to the sky. 

124 Robert Dwyer Joyce : Fineen the Rover. 

The green grave of the lowly, who toiled in hope and trust, 

Is far more loved and honored than is the conqueror’s dust. 

125 Mary A. Ford (Una) : The Conqueror’s Tomb. 

“Live,” said the conqueror, “live and share 
The trophies and the crowns I bear.” 

126 Moore : Paradise and The Peri. 

CONSCIENCE: 

An honest man, like the true religion, appeals to the under- 
standing, or modestly confides to the eternal evidence of 
his conscience. 

127 Sir Philip Francis: Junius Letters. 

The conscience of a man must be made a living tribunal with- 
in him, and he must bring his own soul and his own life 
before that tribunal. 

128 Father Burke : The Christian Man. 

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength 
enough to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse. 

129 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

The man that acts up to his conscience has but one master, 
and that Master is God, “whom to serve is to reign.” 

130 Cardinal Gibbons: Christian Manhood: 

In Discourses and Sermons. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Nay, though all men here 

Did read their conscience, seeing this thing right, 

And hold pure hands aloft to take the oath, 

There surely be fair souls in heaven today 
That shall outnumber these an hundred fold 
To stand beside me, lest alone I fall, 

And hold my heart to steadfastness. God wot 
I would not be a shurl save for His law. 

131 Mary Elizabeth BlaJce: In the Tower. 

CONSISTENCY: 

Show the thing you contend for to be reason ; 

Show it to be common sense ; 

Show it to be the means of attaining some useful end ; 

And then I am content to allow it w T hat dignity you please. 

132 Edmund Burke: Speech on Concil. 

With American Colonies. 

CONTENT: 

Go forth, my heart, nor dream of each tomorrow 
That mocks the hopes and sunshine of today, 

For life hath joys that grow within the present, 

But ripen not if touched by future ray. 

In lowly valley peace broods sweet and holy, 

Full of the vesper-tide of thought and prayer, 

Bound by the golden clasp of love and duty — 

In lowly valley, life is void of care. 

133 Thomas O' Hag an: Lowly Valley: 

In Songs of the Settlement. 

Blessed is he who learns to bound the spirits range, 

Whose joy is neither sought nor found in love of change; 

A tiller of his own right ground, this world his grange. 

134 McGee: Contentment. 

They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it, 

I found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; 

And until they can show me some happier planet, 

More social and bright, I’ll content me with this. 

135 Moore: They May Rail At This Life. 

COUNTRY: 

Oh ! ’tis a country’s voice, whose claim could meet 
An echo in the soul’s most deep. 

136 Moore: From Fragments. 

My country w T as my idol ; to it I sacrificed every selfish, every 
endearing sentiment, and for it I now offer up my life. 

137 Robert Emmet: Speech in the Dock. 


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Beam onward O my country ! ever true 
To the immortal fame thy sires upreared ! 

On toward the empyrean light — insphered 

0 course forever ! O for aye pursue 

Thy missioned destiny of freedom’s birth, 

The glorious type to all the powers of earth ! 

138 Richard O'Malley: Independence Day. 

1 bear no hate to living thing, 

But I love my country above my king. 

139 William McBurney: The Croppy Boy. 

COURTSHIP: 

Long courtship’s the vice of a phlegmatic fool ; 

Like the grace of fanatical sinners, 

Where the stomachs are lost, and the victuals grow cool, 
Before men sit down to their dinners. 

140 Matthew Concannon: A Love Song. 

CREED: 

If, indeed, you hold a creed, 

That conscience calls a high one, 

Then hold it for your spirit’s need, 

And not a scourage for my one ! 

141 Francis Davis: Cast and Creed. 

Your creed or shrine may not be mine, 

Yet love of land should bind us 
In freedom’s holy cause to join, 

And cast distrust behind us. 

142 Mary A. Ford ( Una ) : Song for Today. 

CRIME: 

To answer crime for crime is worse 
Than tamely to endure ; 

And even for black oppression’s curse 
Dark treason is no cure. 

143 Gerald Griffin: The Night Walker. 
CRIMES: 

Crimes are the acts of individuals and not of denominations. 

144 Edmund Burke: On Catholic Rights. 

It is my maxim, sir, that crimes generally punish themselves. 

145 Goldsmith: Good Natured Man. 


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CROSS: 

Shrinkest thou because his choice means pain unspoken, 
Shadows and tears, dread changes, bitter loss, 

The sword unsheathed, sweet bonds forever broken? 

Shrinkest thou because His sceptre is a cross? 

146 Katherine E. Conway: Behold Thy King Cometh: 

In a Dream of Lilies. 

The mystery of the cross is the mystery of perfection. 

147 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Woman. 

The Master’s voice was sweet : 

“I gave My life for thee ; 

Bear thou this cross thro’ pain and loss, 

Arise and follow Me.” 

148 Father Ryan: Follow Me. 

And I can pray you may never meet 
With any cross you are too weak to bear. 

149 Father Ryan: To Virginia. 

CRITIC: 

Blame where you must, be candid where you can, 

And be each critic the good-natured man. 

150 Goldsmith: The Good-Natured Man. 

DANGER: 

The land is dead that dare not face the day 
When foreign danger threats the common weal. 

151 John Boyle O'Reilly: At Fredericksburg, Dec. 13, 1862. 

I, therefore, continued silent, satisfied with just having 
pointed out the danger ; and leaving it to their own dis- 
cretion to avoid it. 

152 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, Chap. IV. 

Calm is my soul, nor apt to raise in arms, 

Except when fast approaching danger warns. 

153 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

Never despair ! though adversity rages 
Fiercely and fall as the surges on shore, 

Firm as the rock of the ocean for ages, 

Stand the rude torrent ’till danger is o’er. 

154 William Smith O'Brien: Never Despair. 

He lent to glory’s brow the charm, 

Which made even danger sweet. 

155 Moore: Oh, Soon Return. Ballads, etc. 


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DEAD: 


Though other feelings may possess the heart, 
We keep the memory of the dead enshrined 
In deep recesses, sacred and apart. 


156 


Denis A. McCarthy: Do We Forget. 


One tear to the recollections 
Of our happy young affections, 
One prayer for the ancestral dead. 
157 


McGee: Arm and Rise. 


Summer dies, and the dying flowers 
Sigh, “Remember your loved and dead.” 


158 


Mary A. Ford (Una) : Pray For the Dead. 


Yea, evermore the patriot dead appeal 
For our devotion to the star — enwreathed, 

The glorious heritage gloriously bequeathed, 

That on its front still high our highest seal 
And impress we may stamp, and so transiunt 
The same to future time, all splendor let. 

159 Richard O'Malley: Memorial Day. 

The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat 
The soldier’s last tattoo ; 

No more on life’s parade shall meet 
That brave and fallen few. 

On fame’s eternal camping ground 
Their silent tents are spread, 

And glory guards with solemn round, 

The bivouac of the dead. 

160 Theodore O'Hara: The Bivouac of the Dead. 

Whether on the scaffold high, or on the battle field we die, 

Oh what matter, when for Erin dear we fall ! 

161 Timothy Daniel Sullivan: God Save Ireland. 

The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains. 

162 Moore: Life Without Freedom. 

DEATH: 

Death and life, with ceaseless strife, 

Beat wild on this world’s shore, 

And all our calm is in that balm, 

“Not lost, but gone before.” 

163 Caroline Horton: Hot Lost, But Gone Before. 

When the day of death comes, we are still only the poor little 
grain of wheat, ready to be buried that all the potencies 
of its being may at last reach their fruition. 

164 Archbishop Keane: Death and Resurrection. 


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QUOTATIONS . 


It is easy to die 

When one’s work is done — 

To pass from the earth 
Like a harvest-day sun, 

After opening the flowers and ripening the grain 

Round the homes and the scenes where our friends remain. 

165 McGee: It is Easy to Die. 

There is no eloquence like that of death. There is no recon- 
ciliation like that of the grave. 

166' John Boyle O'Reilly: From Speeches. 

Death reaps in the field of life and we cannot count the 
corpses. 

167 McGee: Famine in the Land. 
DECENCY: 

Immodest words admit of no defence 
For want of decency is want of sense. 

168 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ): 

Essay on Translated Verse. 

DECEIT: 

This world is all a fleeting show 
For man’s illusion given ; 

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, 

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow — 

There’s nothing true but Heaven. 

169 Moore: This World Is All a Fleeting Show. 

Eyes can with baleful ardor burn ; 

Poison can breath, that erst perfumed; 

There’s many a white hand holds an urn 
With lovers T hearts to dust consumed. 

170 George Darley: True Lovliness. 

DEEDS: 

Write not your good deeds on the sands of time, but inscribe 
them in the imperishable Book of Life. Commit them not 
to the treacherous memory of man, but confide them to 
the remembrance of God, by whom no good work of yours 
will ever be forgotten. 

171 Cardinal Gibbons: In Discourses and Sermons: 

Hidden Life of World's Benefactors. 

But come, resound the noble deeds, and swell the chant of 
praise. 

In memory of the men who did the deeds of other days. 

172 Sir Samuel Ferguson: Cougal. 


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Every heroic deed is an act of the spirit, and every perception 
of beauty is vision with the divine eye, and not with the 
mortal sense. 

173 George W. Russell: From Ideals in Ireland. 

The most beautiful pages of history are those which count in 
deeds. 

174 Archbishop Ireland: Church and Modern Society. 

Human lives are silent teaching, 

Be they earnest, mild and true — 

Noble deeds are noblest preaching 
From the consecrated few. 

175 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : Man's Mission. 

’Tis by noble deeds alone 
That a noble soul is known. 

176 Mary A. Ford ( Una ) : Work is Worship. 

DEFEAT : 

Defeat in a good contest means a cup that lacks only one or 
more drops of being completely filled. 

177 John Boyle O'Reilly: From Speeches. 

DEFENSE: 

One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade. 

178 Moore: From Life Without Freedom. Balads, etc. 

DESTINY: 

The hopes and fears, the plans and wishes of humanity are 
often as so many cobwebs that the broom of all-conquering 
destiny sweeps away. 

179 Anna T. Sadlier: In t( The Flaw in the Title." 

Thou Isle of Destiny ! thine hour draws nigh, 

Thy place among the nations shall be sealed, 

Thou that wert least of all shall stand on high, 

Thy faith, thy love, thy chastity revealed ; 

Thy old deep wounds shall be laid bare and healed, 

By God, thy birthright and thy destiny. 

180 Charlotte Grace O'Brien: Innisfail: 

The Island of Destiny. 

There is between the destinies of mortals 
A secret and mysterious coincidence, 

Drawn from one mighty principle of nature 
A fixed necessity, a potent “must” 

That sways mortality through all its harmonies ! 

181 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus. Act I Scene II. 


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QUOTATIONS, 


DISCONTENT: 

When popular discontents are abroad, a wise government 
should put them into a hive of glass. 

182 Philpot Curran: Farewell to the Irish Parliament. 

DISCERNMENT: 

In vain we fondly strive to trace 
The soul’s reflection in the face ; 

In vain we dwell on lines and crosses, 

Crooked mouth or short proboscis ; 

Boobies have looked as wise and bright 
As Plato or the Stagarite ; 

And many a sage and learned skull 

Has peeped through windows dark and dull. 

183 Moore: nature's Labels. 

DISCUSSION: 

As long as truth or justice could be supposed to influence men, 
as long as man was admitted under the control of reason, 
so long must it be prudent and wise to procure discussions 
on the sufferings and the rights of the people of Ireland. 

184 Daniel O'Connell: From Speech on Catholic Rights. 

DISSENTERS: 

Dissenters are grumblers, we know ; 

Tho’ excellent men in their way, 

They never like things to be so, 

Let things be however they may. 

185 Moore: Satires. 

DOUBT: 

Who doubts has met defeat ere blows can fall, 

Who doubts must die with no balm in hand ; 

Who doubts shall never be of that high band 
Which clearly answers — Present ! to death’s call. 

186 M. F. Egan: Columbus the World-Giver: 

In Songs and Sonnets. 

DREAMS: 

Vailing crest on crest 
Down the shadowy height, 

Earth with shores and seas 
Dropt, a dwindling gleam. 

Dusk and bowery nest, 

Dawn and dells dew-bright 
What shall bide of these? 

A dream. 

187 Jane Barlow: The Flitting of the Fairies. 


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Ah ! dreams of such a lofty reach 
With more than earthly fancies fraught, 

That not the strongest wings of speech 
Could ever touch their lowest thought. 

188 Father Ryan: A Memory. 

Let me dream as of old by the river, 

And be loved by the dream alway ; 

For a dreamer lives forever, 

And a toiler dies in a day. 

189 John Boyle O'Reilly : The Cry of the Dreamer. 

Where memory’s silver ripples flow 
O'er golden sands of recollection ; 

Where fairy shapes in visions glow, 

Where murmuring voices sweet and low, 

Float from the realms of long ago, 

And lend the scene perfection ; 

In border lands of pure delight, 

Of rainbow day and sapphire night, 

Imagination’s rosy beams 

Fall on the golden gates of dreams. 

190 Rowland B. Mahany: The Gates of Dreams. 

DREAMER: 

I am sick of showy seeming 
Of a life that is half a lie ; 

Of the faces lined with scheming, 

In the throng that hurries by. 

From the sleepless thoughts endeavoring 
I would go where the children play ; 

For a dreamer lives forever, 

And a toiler dies in a day. 

191 John Boyle O'Reilly: Cry of the Dreamer. 

I, too, have been a dreamer ; I have knelt 
To truth and beauty in Arcadian meads ; 

The rapture of the poet I have felt, 

And all his keen desire for noble deeds. 

192 Denis A. McCarthy: A Dreamer Lives Forever. 

Men call me dreamer — yet forget 
The dreamer lives a thousand years, 

While those whose hearts and hands knead clay 
Live not beyond their dusty biers. 

193 Thomas O' Hay an: The Dreamer. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Human hearts are ever striving, 

Ever planning and. contriving, 

Grasping at the glowing visions 
O’er which fancy’s pinions wave ; 

Whether joy or woe surround us, 

Still our thoughts will stray beyond us, 

For we are a race of dreamers 
From the cradle to the grave. 

194 Mary A. Ford {TJna): Dream-Life. 

Once she stood by my side in the valley of dreams, 

And whispered her sorrows to me ; 

I heard the wierd plaints of her crystalline streams 
And the sobs of her tremulous sea ; 

And her groves and her hills, and her lakes and her rills, 

And her mountains and crags seemed to wail 
The pitiless fate and the burden of ills 
That shadow the lot of the Gael ! 

195 Eugene Davis: The Isle of the West. 


DUTY: 

Life's truest joy dwells in duty done, 

Its grief burdens those who forsake it. 

196 Arthur Barry O'Neill: The New Year's Guerdon: 

In Between Whiles. 

Fair silver lines the clouds of earnest duty 
There is a glow in all our week-day deeds ; 

Through all the year there runs a string of beauty 
Like the bright chain that holds the rosary beads. 

197 M. F. Egan: The String of the Rosary. 

Vain are visions bright with beauty, 

If we shrink from earnest duty, 

For the thoughts that rouse not action 
Are but letters traced in the sand. 

198 Mary A. Ford {Una) : Dream Life. 

By the path you’ve trod to duty, 

Blessings yet to man may flow, 

Though the proud and stately beauty 
Of your structure lieth low. 

199 Lady Wild {Speranza) : Ruins. 

The enjoyment of rights ought not be disassociated from the 
liabilities to duties. 

200 Sheil: In Speech on Irish Aliens. 


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The cold affection that plain duty breeds 
May see its union severed, and approve ; 

But when our bond is touched, it throbs and bleeds — 

We pay no meed of duty but of love. 

201 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Empty Riche. 


They did their duty as they knew how, 

Nor feared their lives to give for you — 

We have a duty here and now, 

Dear land, and that’s to live for you. 

202 Denis A. McCarthy: By-Qone Days and Now. 


The magnet of his noble mind 
Found swiftly duty’s firm decree. 

203 Thomas O' Hagan: Tears of the 

In Songs of 


EASE: 


Maple: * 
the Settlement. 


Ease makes the sons of labor glad, 

Ease travels with the merry lad 
Who whistles by his wagon. 

204 Edward Ly sight: My Ambition. 


EASTER: 

Easter gilds the opening year, 

Because Christ is our joy ; 

The sunset brave, the crocus coy, 

Reflect Him bright and clear. 

205 M. F. Egan: At Easter Time. 


O lovely day of Easter, thou art the dearest thing 
That comes with joy and solace to all the happy spring, 

The brightest flower and purest, the song most sweet and clear 
That stirs with buoyant promise the pulses of the year. 

206 Mary Elizabeth Blake: Easter Day: 

In Harbor of Hope. 


ELOQUENCE: 

An eloquence rich, wheresoever its wave 
Wander’d free and triumphant, with thoughts that shone 
through. 

As clear as the brook’s “stone of lustre,” and gave, 

With the flash of the gem, its solidity too. 

207 Moore: Shall the Harp Then Be Silent. 


EMPIRE: 

Westward the course of empire takes its way, 

The four first acts already past ; 

A fifth shall close the drama with the day — 

Time’s noblest offspring is the last. 

208 Bishop Berkely: Westward. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


ENEMIES: 

The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts 
divide ; 

But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other 
side. 

209 John Boyle O'Reilly: Distance . 

Your enemies cannot put you down unless you yourselves lend 
them assistance. 

210 Daniel O'Connell: Justice For Ireland. 


ENERGY: 

New energies, from higher source, 

Must make the strong life-currents flow, 

As alpine glaciers in their course 
Stir the deep torrents neath the snow. 

211 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : To Ireland. 


ENVY: 

Whoe’er among his fellows wins a name 
Soon learns that envy is the price of fame. 

212 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. 8. C.: The Price of Fame. 

O, pluck it quickly from the garden of thy heart, 

Whatever specious guise at first it shows ; 

Uproot it quickly, for thyself shall smart 
With pain incessant while unchecked it grows ; 

Nor peace, nor joy, nor love can flourish where 
The poison ivy, envy, taints the air. 

213 Arthur Barry O'Neill, C. 8. C.: In Between Whiles. 

EPITAPH: 

Let no man write my epitaph ; for as no man who knows my 
motives dare now vindicate them, let no prejudice or ig- 
norance asperce them. Let them and me repose in ob- 
scurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until 
other times, and other men, can do justice to my charac- 
ter ; when my country takes her place among the nations 
of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be 
written. 

214 Robert Emmet: Last Speech. 

Be my epitaph writ on my country’s mind, 

He loved his country and he served his kind. 

215 Thomas Davis: My Grave. 


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But what are epitaphs engraved on stone, 

Or eulogies emblazoned on a scroll? 

His name and fame endures, and his alone, 

Whose deeds are shrined within his country’s soul. 

216 Denis A. McCarthy: Memory of Emmet . 

Now high in freedom’s starry fane 
He beams ’mid Erin’s glorious train ; 

His epitaph, which earth debars, 

Is blazoned ’mid the eternal stars, 

And aye in characters of fire 
It sets all Irish hearts aflame 
With watch-fires that shall yet inspire 
Erin to rise and grave his name. 

Aye, ’neath the beacon Emmet lit 
His epitaph shall yet be writ. 

217 Richard O’ M alley : Robert Emmet. 


ERIN: 

The gem may be broke 
By many a stroke, 

But nothing can cloud its native ray ; 

Each fragment will cast 
A light to the last, 

And thus Erin, my country, tho’ broken thou art, 

There’s a lustre within thee that ne’er will decay. 

218 Moore: Erin My Country. 


A land that boasts a pious race, 

A land of heroes brave and bold, 

219 Gerald 'Nugent: On Leaving Ireland. 


When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood, 

God blessed the green Island and saw it was good ; 

The emerald of Europe it sparkled and shone ; 

In the ring of the world the most precious stone. 

220 William Drennan: When Erin First Rose. 


Tho’ the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, 

Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me 
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, 

And thine eyes make my climate wherever I roam. 

221 Moore: Tho ’ The Last Glimpse, etc. 


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QUOTATIONS, 


ERIN’S FLAG: 

Unroll Erin’s flag ! fling its folds to the breeze ! 

Let it float o’er the land, let it flash o’er the seas ! 

Lift it out of the dust, let it wave as of yore, 

When its chiefs with its clans stood around it and swore 
That never ! no, never ! that banner shall yield 
As long as the heart of a Celt was its shield ; 

While the hand of a Celt had a weapon to wield 
And his last drop of blood was unshed on the field. 

222 Father Ryan: Erin's Flag. 

ERROR: 

Error is to the mind what poison is to the body. 

223 Cardinal Gibbons: In Faith of Our Fathers. 

Just as the mind the erring sense believes 
The erring mind in turn the sense deceives. 

224 Moore: Satires. 

Through all error and confusion, 

Till he set the clear conclusion, 

Standing like a king alone 
All things adverse overthrown. 

225 Sir Samuel Ferguson: In Cattle Spoil of Cooley. 

ETERNITY: 

This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas, 

The past, the future, two eternities ! 

226 Moore: Lalla Rookh: The Veiled Prophet 

The tender, the beautious receives its comment 
From a truth transcendent, a life divine ; 

And the coin flung loose of the passing moment 
Is stamped with Eternity’s sign ! 

227 Aubrey De Vere: Ode. 

And the drops of life — oh ! what would they be 
In the boundles deep of eternity. 

228 Moore: Lalla Rookh. 

Ever upon a mobile sea 
Thronged taught, and whirled refluently, 

I have kept hungry eyes on thee. 

229 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

EVENTS: 

The great events of life usually come quietly, without any 
preliminary heralding of trumpets. 

230 Anna T. Sadlier: In The Flaw in the Title. 


of Khorassan. 


The Apenines. 


Par. and Peri. 


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EVENING: 

Tis sweet to gaze when the sun’s bright rays 
Are cooling themselves in the trembling wave — 

But ’tis sweeter far when the evening star 
Shines like a smile at friendship’s grave. 

231 Fitz James O’Brien: Loch Ina. 

All, all is quiet, calm and rest ; 

The lark has sunk into her nest 
That blithely carolled all day long, 

Poised in mid-air with jocund song. 

Hushed are the woods, and over all 
The twilight shadows softly fall. 

232 William Collins: Rory The Rapparee. 

EVIL: 

Evil recedes from the spirit’s proving as mist from the hollows 
when night is done. 

233 John Boyle O’Reilly: Liberty Lighting the World. 
EVIDENCE: 

Whoso you find fittest, wisest, he your suzerin shall be, 

Yield him following and affection, stand like sons around his 
knee; 

Make his name a word of honor, make him feel you as a fence, 
Trust not even him too blindly, build your faith on evidence. 

234 McGee: A Salutation. 

EXERTION: 

Exertion extracts for the future the pith of the past and the 
present. 

235 Mangan: Breadth and Depth. Ger. Ant. 

EXILE: 

O Ireland of that spring-time fairest ! 

O Ireland of the murmuring streams ! 

Fair clime on earth of memories rarest, 

Of early hopes and golden dreams — 

With heart-strings round thee fondly twining, 

With eyes thro’ peace and time that strain 
Across that waste of waters shining, 

The exile flies to thee again. 

236 Mrs. Izod O’Dougherty {Eva): 

Flight Across the Sea. 

Exile is God’s alchemy ! nations he forms like metals, 

Mixing their strength and their tenderness, 

Tempering pride with shame, and victory with affliction; 
Meeting their courage, their faith and their fortitude, 

Timing their genesis to the world’s needs ! 

237 John Boyle O’Reilly: God’s Alchemy of Exile. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


EXPERIENCE: 

Who heeds not experience, trust him not ; tell him 
The scope of one mind can but trifles achieve ; 

The weakest who draws from the mind will excel him, 

The wealth of mankind is the wisdom they leave. 

238 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules of the Road. 

FACTS: 

Facts are apt to alarm us more than the most dangerous prin- 
ciples. 

239 Sir Philip Francis: Letter to Lord Mansfield. 

Whenever a theory comes in conflict with a fact, there is but 
one thing to do : we cannot change the fact, as most of us 
would prefer, so we must change the theory. 

240 W. Bourke Oockran: 

Address on Race Problems of the South. 

FAITH: 

Faith is the bridge between time and eternity. 

241 Mary A. Sadlier: Eleanor Preston. 

Faith stands on unsure grounds when confidence is wanting. 

242 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus. 

If faith but stand 
Among our ruins we shall conquer all. 

243 M. F. Egan: Columbus the World-Giver. 

Nothing is small, nothing is unimportant in the Christian life 
that can possibly increase our own reverence for the gft 
of faith and our visible joy in its possession. 

244 Katherine E. Conway: 

In Questions of Honor in the Christian Life. 

’Tis not the thought of glory won, 

Of hoarded gold or pleasures gone, 

But one bright course from earliest youth, 

Of changeless faith, unbroken truth, 

This turns to gold the vapors dun, 

That close on life’s descending sun. 

245 Gerald Griffin: When Filled With Thoughts. 

Christian faith will never stunt your intellect, or warp your 
judgment, or check your progress in the investigation of 
natural truths. 

246 Cardinal Gibbons: In Discourses and Sermons. 


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Faith, a beacon light, cautioning you to shun the shoals and 
quicksands, on which false science has often been ship- 
wrecked. 

247 Cardinal Gibbons: Discourses and Sermons. 

FALSEHOOD: 

A compact that is false between men is equally so between a 
hundred or a hundred thousand; for as ten millions of 
circles can never make a square, so the united voice of 
myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood. 

248 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

FAME: 

Nor shall your glory be forgot 
While fame her record keeps, 

Or honor points the hallowed spot 
Where valor proudly sleeps. 

249 Theodore O'Hara: The Bivouac of the Dead. 

I dreamt of fame’s bright laurels twined 
Around my brow in youth’s glad hours ; 

Now fame has come I wake to find 
The laurels are but fading flowers. 

250 Henry Coyle: Love and Fame . 

If to rank or fame you soar, 

Out your spirit frankly pour — 

Men will serve you, and adore 
Like a king. 

251 Thomas Davis: The Right Road. 

Faint echo, last and least of foolish fame ; 

I am a soul ; nor care to have a name. 

252 Aubrey De Vere: An Epitaph Without a Name. 

Fame is as natural a follower of merit as shadow is of body. 

253 Sir Richard Steele: Scandal Bearer. 

In my hot youth I did account thee base, 

Foreswore thy worship, and renounced thy name, 

Defied thy touch, aye ! and blasphemed thy face 
For empty pleasure and still emptier fame. 

254 Richard Henry Wild: To Gold. 

Oh ! worldly fame and grandeur thou vain and fleeting breath, 
In life how courted, envied, how disconsolate in death ! 

255 Mary A. Ford (Una) : The Conqueror's Tomb 


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FATE: 

Why that fate upon us fell 

The powers above us knew, perhaps, if only they would tell. 

256 John Martly: The Valley of Shanganagh. 

Think it is our fate which masters us 
And strive against it freely. 

257 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act II, Scene 3. 

Bravely hope, and wisely wait, 

Toil, join, and educate; 

Man is master of his fate. 

258 Thomas Davis: Our Own Again. 

’Tis the fates not the dangers, that wait on the brave. 

259 Michael Hogan: The Fatal Ensign. 

The hour has struck, fate holds the dice. 

260 Fannie Parnell: Hold the Harvest. 

Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, 

Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; 

Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, 

And bring back the features that joy used to wear. 

261 Moore: Farewell: But Whenever You 

Welcome the Hour. 

The footsteps of fate are unheard as she approaches. 

262 Anna T. Sadlier: In “ The Flaw in the Title.” 


FAULTS: 

The first fault is the child of simplicity ; but every other the 
offspring of guilt. 

263 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. Chapter XVII. 

The ignorant peasant without faults is greater than the 
philosopher with many. 

264 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. Chapter XV. 

It were better to write on the shifting sand 
The faults that a brother could not withstand, 

And to chisel whatever his virtues be 
On the tablets of love and memory. 

265 John S. McGroarty: The Absent Brother: 

In Wander Songs. 

The mean of soul are sure their faults to gloss, 

And find a secret gain in others’ loss. 

266 John Boyle O’Reilly: Wheat Grains . 


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FIGHT: 

The fellow who fights the fight alone, 

With never a word of cheer, 

With never a friend his help to lend, 

With never a comrade near. 

’Tis he has need of a stalwart hand 
And a heart not given to moan, 

He struggles for life, and more than life — 

The fellow that fights alone. 

267 Denis A. McCarthy : The Fellow Who Fights Alone. 

God only fights for them who fight — now hush the useless 
moan, 

And set your faces as a flint and swear to hold your own ! 

268 Fanny Parnell: Hold Your Own. 

I fight thee, in the Holy Name ! 

Yet what thou dost is what God saith. 

Tempter ! should I escape thy flame, 

Thou wilt have helped my soul from death. 

269 Lionel Johnston: Dark Angel. 

FLAG: 

No saint or king has tomb so proud 
As he whose flag becomes his shroud. 

270 Thomas Davis: 'Nationality. 

And weary eyes in foreign skies still flash with fire anew, 
When some good blast by peak and mast unfolds that flag to 
view. 

271 Savage: The Munster of the North. 

The flag of freedom floats unfurled ; 

And as that mighty Goel existed, 

Who giveth victory where he listeth, 

Thou yet shall wake and shake the nations of the world. 

272 Mangan: Irish National Hymn. 

Who fears for the flag that freedom blest 
’Though it wanders afar from home, 

By the winds caressed, to the east and west, 

Wherever its sons may roam? 

In the calm of peace, or the storm of wars, 

On land or the bounding sea, 

With its silver stars and its crimson bars, 

It is always the flag of the free. 

273 John S. McOroarty: In Wander Songs. 


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Look across the earth’s fair bosom, 

Angel of the free and brave, 

O’er what countries stainless, honored, 

Does thy flag of beauty wave. 

274 Mary A. Ford (Una) : Hymn to Liberty. 

Glorious flag, whose radiance golden 

Shed upon the ages olden 

Light when all around was darkness, 

Fondly on thy folds we gaze ; 

For no falsehood, no dishonor, 

Ever stained our dear old banner, 

Sanctified by the blood of heroes — 

God made bright its future days. 

275 Mary A. Ford (Una) : Flag of Erin. 

There was a time o’er land and sea, 

When Erin’s flag waved proud and free, 

And kings and tyrants quailed before 
The fearless flag our fathers bore. 

276 William Collins : Rory the Rapparee. 

FLATTERY: 

Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you. 

277 John Boyle O'Reilly : Rules On The Road. 

Adulation ever follows the ambitious, for such alone receive 
the most pleasure from flattery. 

278 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

FLOWERS: 

The flowers culled in youth had no thorns. 

279 Mary A. JSadlier: In Old and New. 

Gather, while morning is shining, 

Some flower while the bright moments last, 

Which closely around the heart twining, 

Will live when the summer is past. 

280 Lover : Once I Had Lovers. 

The flower which Bethlehem saw bloom 
Out of a heart all full of grace, 

Gave never forth its full perfume 
Until the cross became its vase. 

281 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

That we may know when storms are rife, 

And tawdry joys fade in their strife, 

The sweetest flowers of human life 
From trouble spring. 

282 Rowland B. Maliany: To The Wind Flower. 


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’Tis where the tangled brushwood sleeps, deep in the forest 
glooms, 

The lovliest flower of spring-time peeps, the sweet arbutus 
blooms. 

283 Agnes Shalloe: Trailing Arbutus. 

Farewell ye vanishing flowers that shone 
In my fairy wreath so bright and brief. 

284 Moore: Par. and Peri. 

Life’s lovliest sky hides the thunder 
Whose bolt in a moment may fall ; 

And our path may be flowery, but 

Under the flowers there are thorns for us all. 

285 Father Ryan: Reverie. 

I smell the smell of the violets, 

Breathing over the wall, 

The dewy delicate violets, 

That blow inside the wall. 

286 Eleanor C. Donnelly: Outside the Gate. 

FOE: 

Far better the wine-cup with ruby may flow, 

To the health of a friend than the fall of a foe. 

287 Lover: Meeting of Foes, etc. 

From his lofty throne, 

The foe from our land we tumbled, 

And it gladdened each heart, save his alone, 

For whom that foe was humbled. 

288 Charles Wolfe: On George III. 

FOOLS: 

Many a fool lies down upon a bed of roses and wakes to find 
himself stung by hissing adders. 

289 Charles J. O’Malley: In Thistledrift. 

The fool knows not that those who live when dead 
Are never dead when living. 

290 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 

FORCE: 

Great and acknowledged force is not impaired, either in effect 
or in opinion, by an unwillingness to exert itself. 

291 Edmund Burke: On Conciliation 

With American Colonies. 

Terror is not always the effect of force ; it is an armament, is 
not a victory. 

292 Edmund Burke: On Conciliation 

With American Colonies. 


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Make of thy silence words to shake 
The long enthroned kings of earth ; 

Make of thy will the force to break 
Their towers of wantoness and mirth. 

293 George W. Russell: The Three Councelors. 

FORESTS: 

These be God’s fair high palaces, 

Walled with fine leafen trelleses, 

Interstarred with the warm and luminous azure ; 

Sunlights run laughing through, 

And rains and honey dew 

Scatter pale pearls at every green embrazure. 

294 Alice Furlong: The Trees. 

FREEDOM: 

For every thinking citizen who draws the sword knows well 
He battles for humanity — for freedom’s citadel. 

295 Savage: The Munster of the North. 

The sword may pierce the bearer, 

Stone walls in time may sever, 

’Tis mind alone, 

Worth steel and stone, 

That keeps men free forever. 

296 Moore: Oh, The Sight Entrancing. 

The freedom of Man’s intelligence consists in its being per- 
fectly free from the dangers and liabilities of believing 
that which is false. 

297 Rev. T. N. Burke: The Catholic Church: 

The Mother of Liberty. 

Green as the laurel shall their memory be 
Who bore captivity or death for thee, 

Our trampled land. Through centuries of wrong 
Thy mighty soul unbowed has swept along 
Fierce torrents of oppression, but thy might 
Of woe must end in freedom’s glorious light. 

298 Mary A. Ford (Una): The Captive. 

Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, 

The only throb she gives, 

Is when some heart indignant breaks 
To show that still she lives. 

299 Moore: The Harp That Once, etc. 

No cause can be lost forever whose cost 
Is coined from freedom’s blood. 

300 John Boyle O’Rielly: Resurgite. 


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O stalwart dreamers in the dust, 

That God who took your young heart’s trust, 

Your pangs, the issue of your patriot cause, 

Still sways the stars and souls of men 
With the ancient seals and laws ; 

Nor did he turn and mock your anguish when 
Ye cried His password through eternity 
And died in fetters so ye might be free. 

301 Thomas Walsh: The Prison Ships. 

For the noblest thought in the world today 
Takes council from freedom’s plan, 

To snap in twain the bondman’s chain, 

And bid him stand forth, a man ! 

302 Thomas O’ Hagan: Our Deathless Dead: 

In Songs of the Settlement. 

To lay your head upon the block for faith in freedom’s God, 

To fall in fight for freedom in the land your fathers trod ; 
For freedom on the scaffold high to breathe your latest breath, 
Or anywhere ’gainst tyranny is dying a noble death. 

303 J. O’ Donovan Rossa: My Prison Chamber. 

Tyrants and kings with sword and flame 
May fill the land with bloody graves, 

’Till hope expires, and freedom’s name 
Lies hid in mountain glens and caves. 

But sure as in the heavens bright 
The sun shall rise with glorious light, 

Remorse the tyrant’s heart shall rend, 

And freedom triumph in the end. 

304 William Collins: Rory The Rapparee. 

Free will, frank speech, an undissembling mind, 

Without which freedom dies and laws are vain, 

On such we found our rights, to such we cling ; 

In them shall power his surest safeguard find. 

Tread them not down in passion or disdain ; 

Make a man a reptile, he will turn and sting. 

305 Aubrey De Vere: Liberty of the Press. 

FRIENDS: 

To a strange and distant land, 

With honest heart and hand ; 

Strong destiny obliges us to roam ; 

Yet be it weal or woe, 

To whatever part we go 

We won’t forget the old friends at home. 

306 Hogan: The Old Friends At Home. 


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Friends that in moments of brightness are won, 

Like gossamer, only are seen — in the sun. 

307 Lover: The Child and the Gossamer. 

Oh ! blessed be the God that dower’d 

The earth with these 

Our truest, firmest, noblest friends. 

308 McGee: Woman's Praise. 

The friends who in our sunshine live, 

When winter comes, are flown; 

And he who has but tears to give 
Must weep those tears alone. 

309 Moore: Oh Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tears. 

He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, 

For he knew where he choosed he could whistle them back. 

310 Goldsmith. 

A fat goose squaks on a millpond at noonday, and a rich man 
exults sitting at table with his friends. 

311 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

Oh, the love of friends ! is there ought that lends 
Such joy in discharge of duty? 

Is there any boon ’mid God’s gifts wide-strewn 
That so brightens our earthly way, 

As the knowledge sure that affection pure, 

Like a river of strength and beauty, 

From many a source bends its blessed course 
To the sea of our heart each day? 

312 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. S. C.: The Love of Friends. 

Too late we learn, a man must hold his friend 
Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end. 

313 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Lost Friend. 

The basis of true friendship is self-sacrifice, disinterestedness, 
truth, virtue and constancy. 

314 Cardinal Gibbons: From Sermon on Friendship. 

The law of human friendship requires that you say and do 
nothing which would give unnecessary pain to a friend. 

315 Cardinal Gibbons: Ibid. 

The thread of our life would be dark, Heaven knows ! 

If it were not with friendship and love intertwined ; 

And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, 

When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind. 

316 Moore: Rhymes On The Road. 


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Fill your life so full of legitimate interests that you won’t 
have time to speculate on the curtained lattice or barred 
door of your friend’s house of life. 

317 Katherine E. Conway : The Friendship of Woman: 

In Making Friends and Keeping Them. 


GENIUS: 

When a true genius appears in the world you may know him 
by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against 
him. 

318 Dean Stvift: Thoughts on Various Subjects. 


Of old the Sultan Genius reigned, 

As nature meant, supreme, alone ; 

With mind unchecked and hands unchained, 

His views, his conquests were his own. 

319 Moore: Genius and Criticism. 


No soaring of genius can ever get beyond the jurisdiction of 
the true, the beautiful and the good. 

320 Archbishop Keane: Education. 

Oh child of genius, oft thy fate is hard ! 

Neglected living, and adored when dead ; 

Unpaid the honor till the pall is spread ! 

321 Lover: Lay of The Rapt Spirit. 


To check young genius’ proud career, 

The slaves who now his throne invaded, 

Made criticism his prime vizir, 

And from that hour his glories faded. 

322 Moore: Genius and Criticism. 

Common sense went on, 

Many wise things saying, 

While the light that shone 
Soon set genius straying. 

323 Moore: Common Sense and Genius. 


GENTLEMAN: 

Lowly living and lofty thought 
Adorn and ennoble a poor man’s cot ; 

For mind and morals in nature’s plan 
Are the genuine tests of a gentleman. 

324 Father Ryan: Better Than Gold. 

What is opposite to the eternal rules of reason and good 
sense must be excluded from any place in the carriage of 
a well-bred man. 

325 Sir Richard Steele: Definition of Fine Gentleman. 


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What is a gentleman? Say, is it birth 
Makes a man noble or adds to his worth? 

Is there a family tree to be had 
Spreading enough to conceal what is bad? 

Nothing to blush for and nothing to hide, 

Trust in his character felt far and wide ; 

Be he a noble, or be he in trade, 

This is the gentleman nature has made. 

326 Mrs. Power O’ Donohue (Nannie Lambert ) : 

What Is a Gentleman. 

One who knows how to put each at his ease, 

Striving instinctively always to please ; 

One who can tell at a glance at your cheek 
When to be silent and when he should speak. 

327 Mrs. Power O'Donohue (Nannie Lambert) : Ibid. 

True manhood and power should be 
With gentlemen bred in the bone. 

328 T. A. Daley: Ballad of Modest Heroes: In Canzoni. 

In whatever society he might find himself, the humblest citi- 
zen should therefore so order his behavior that when he 
left the table men would say “A gentleman was here.” 

329 Mrs J. R. Green: In Town Life in Fifteenth Century. 

GIFTS: 

’Tis true a gift not freely given, is none ; 

And Gratitude itself is compensation. 

330 Gerald Griffin: In Gisippus. Act III, Scene I. 

Thy best of gifts are gilded chains ; 

The gold wears off, the bond remains. 

331 Aubrey De Vere: The Golden Mean. 

Take gifts with a sigh — most men give to be paid. 

332 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules On The Road. 

The hand that pearls to ocean gave, 

Gave other gifts to thee ! 

333 Lover: The Pearl Diver. 

GLORY: 

The truest glory ever comes unsought. 

334 Arthur Barry O'Neill , C. S. C.: Enduring Fame: 

In Between Whiles. 

From the far off time of my youthful prime 
A light comes evermore; 

Oh ! it seems so bright in its far-off light, 

The glory I had of yore. 

335 


Lady Wild (Speranza) : The Past. 


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Remember the glories of Brian the brave, 

Tho’ the days of the hero are o’er ; 

Tho’ lost to Mononia and cold in the grave 
He returns to Kinkora no more, 

That star of the field which so often hath poured 
Its beam on the battle is set : 

But enough of its glory remains on each sword 
To light us to victory yet. 

336 Moore: Remember the Glories of Brian the Brave. 


GOD: 

God, by our instincts felt as infinite, 

When known becomes such to our total being, 

Mind, spirit, heart and soul. 

337 Aubrey De Vere: Death of Copernicus. 

God lives and reigns whate’er the fool may say. 

God is not mocked. He keeps His tryst with men, 

He bides His time until the appointed day. 

338 Denis A. McCarthy: The Day of The Gael: 

In Voices From Erin. 


The surest way to God 

Is up the lonely stream of tears. 

339 Father Ryan: Tears. 

There is no form of beauty raised by nature, or by art, 

That preaches not God’s saving truths to man’s adoring heart. 

340 Ellen Mary Patrick Downing: 

The Old Church At Lismore. 

GOODNESS: 

The gem may deck the lordly vest, 

With wrought adornments richly twining, 

But brighter in the lowly breast, 

The lamp of goodness is purely shining. 

341 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland. Part II. 

There are people whose good qualities shine brightest in the 
darkness, like the ray of a diamond ; but there are others 
whose virtues are only brought out by the light, like the 
colors of silk. 

342 Justin McCarthy. 

GOVERNMENT: 

Plain good intention, which is easily discovered at the first 
view as fraud is surely detected at last, is (let me say) of 
no mean force in the government of mankind. 

343 Edmund Burke: Speech On Condi. With Amer. 


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In every government, though terrors reign, 

Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain, 

How small of all that human hearts endure, 

That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. 

344 Goldsmith : Deserted Village. 

No man can lawfully govern himself according to his own will ; 
much less can one person be governed by the will of 
another. 

345 Edmund Burke : At Trial of Warren Hastings. 


GRACE: 

In the quest of Heavenly grace 
Who lowliest seeks will surely find it. 

346 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland. Part V. 


GRATITUDE: 

The gratitude that must be roused from slumber 
Is never worth the waking — let it sleep ! 

347 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act III, Scene 2. 

I thank thee for this ecstacy of my remembered pain 
Thou liftest up 
My sorrow’s cup 
To sweeten it again. 

348 T. A. Daley: In Carmina. 

Gratitude is a characteristic trait of an ingenious soul ; its 
absence a mark of an ignoble nature. 

349 Cardinal Gibbons: In Ambassador of Christ. 

For our flocks still increasing 
Our harvest’s rich store, 

Thy kindness unceasing 
To us evermore — 

Our land blessed of Heaven, 

With rest from the sword, 

For All Thou hast given, 

We thank Thee O Lord. 

350 James Nicoll Johnston: Thanksgiving Hymn. 

I thank thee, God, no drop of gall 
Ferments and curdles in my heart ; 

The sweet earth’s wide enough for all, 

I grudge not any man his part. 

351 


Julia Ditto Young: Good Will. 


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GRAVE: 

There stands an inn we must stop at, 

An extinguisher swings for the sign ; 

That house is but cold and but narrow, 

But the prospect beyond it’s devine ! 

And there — whence there’s never returning — 

When we travel, as travel we must ; 

May the gates be all free for our journey 
And the tears of our friends lay the dust ! 

352 Samuel Lover: The Road of Life. 


From the yoke of the world and the snares of the traitor, 

The grave, the grave is the true liberator. 

353 Mangan: The Grave , The Grave. 


The grave is only dark 

For him whose spirit feels no spark 

Of Christian sorrow for the sin 

He long has lived and wantoned in : 

But he who prays and hopes and fears, 

And for his life sheds bitter tears, 

In other worlds shall win more bliss 
Than he may think or dream in this. 

354 John Banim: The CelVs Paradise. 


Welcome, thrice welcome, to overtaxed nature, 

The darkness, the silence, the rest of the grave ; 

Oh ! dig it down deeply, kind fellow-creatures, 

I’m weary of living the life of a slave ! 

355 McGee: Ad Misericordiam. 


Even the grave is a bond of union ; 

Spirit and spirit best hold communion ! 

Seen through, by the inward eye, 

It is after life they are truly nigh. 

356 Mangan: Spirits Everywhere. 


Though flowers deck not the distant grave, 

Nor tears bedew its turf, 

We hear his dirge in the solemn surge 
Of the ever sounding surf. 

357 James Jeffrey Roch: The Grave of Capt. Hall. 


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On an Irish green hillside, 

On an opening lawn, but not too wide ; 

For I love the drip of the wetted trees — 

I love not the gales, but a gentle breeze, 

To freshen the turf ; put no tombstone there, 

But green sods decked with daises fair ; 

Nor sods too deep, but so that the dew 
The matted grass-roots may trickle through 
Be my epitaph writ on my country’s mind, 

“He served his country, and loved his kind.” 

Oh ! ’twere merry unto the grave to go 
If one were sure to be buried so. 

358 Thomas Davis: My Grave. 

Strew flowers upon the honored graves, 

And deck the soldier’s tomb ; 

They rose their fair old land to save, 

And fell in manhood’s noon. 

Light be the turf upon each breast, 

And fair the flowers of spring, 

And their bright spirits with the blest 
Their loud hosannas sing. 

359 William Collins: Decoration Day. 
The graves of the dead with the grass overgrown, 

May yet form the footsteps of liberty’s throne, 

And each single wreck in the warpath of might 
Shall yet be a rock in the temple of right. 

360 Father Ryan: A Land Without Riches. 
Alas on your graves, ye true, 

Already tall weeds and wild flowers intertwine ! 

Oh, how blest felt I once, while as yet I with you 

Saw the day redden at dawn, saw the starry night shine. 

361 Mangan: Early Graves. 
And here by the lone grave a few aged trees 

Bend, sorrowing o’er its mound, their tottering forms, 

Which, tall and straight, once looked out o’er the seas, 

Alike in summer’s glory, winter’s storms ; 

At howling temptests rude, and lightning shock, 

Laughing full scornful from the headland rock. 

362 Seumas MacManus: A Grave: 

In Ballads of a Country Boy. 
They dig him a grave in the wild wet sand, 

On the banks of the lonely river, 

And lay him to rest 
With a cross on his breast, 

Far, for away from his own sunny land : 

While the night dew falls and the sad winds sigh, 

And none but the angels and two are nigh. 

363 Rev. Patrick Cronin: In Memory of Marquette. 


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He that could once half the kingdom bought 
In half a minute is not worth a groat, 

His coffers from the coffin could not save, 

Nor all his interests keep him from the grave. 

364 Dean Swift: On The Death Of Demar. 

GREATNESS: 

What is it makes a nation truly great? 

Her sons, her sons alone ; not theirs, but they ; 

Glory and gold are vile as wind and clay 
Unless the hand that grasp them consecrate. 

365 Aubrey De Vere: National Strength. 

Whate’er the land be, though all things else conceiving 
Unless it breed great men it is not great. ■ 

366 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Nation's Test. 

Hearts that are great are always lone, 

They never will manifest their best ; 

Their greatest greatness is unknown — 

Earth knows a little — God, the rest. 

367 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

The secret of his greatness, there behold ! 

More truly than in th’ unrivaled fence, 

The vivid wit, the reason keen and bold, 

And all the power of peerless eloquence ! 

368 George Sigerson: To The Memory of Isaac Butt. 

The truly great is always reverent. 

369 Archbishop Keane: On Home. 

Man’s race, like a spring-tide shall long come and go, 

Bearing great names in its ebb and its flow. 

370 Hogan: Lays and Legends. 

Hearts that are great never beat loud, 

They muffle their music when they come. 

371 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

If we may not be free, let us try to be frank, 

Let us fight life’s long battle with well-order’d rank, 

If we may not be great, let us try to be good, 

And long for no laurels besprinkled with blood. 

372 McGee: The Celt's Consolation. 

In joys, in grief, in triumphs, in retreat, 

Great always, without aiming to be great. 

373 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ) : 

Dr. Chetwood To The Earl. 


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A nation’s greatness lies in men, not acres ; 

One master mind is worth a million hands. 

374 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Nation's Test. 

GRIEF: 

Only a day at a time we grieve, 

How bitter soever the woes that cleave 
Our hearts in twain, for a blest reprieve 
Foreruneth each morrow’s prime ; 

The sighs that echo our soul’s dismay, 

The scalding tears that enforce their way, 

Are sighed and cried, not forever and aye, 

But only a day at a time. 

375 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. S. C.: Day By Day: 

In Between Whiles. 

Grief should be 

Like joy, majestic, equible, sedate; 

Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free ; 

Strong to consume small troubles ; to commend 

Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end. 

376 Auhrey De Vere: Sorrow. 

Ah, well for any voyage done, 

Whate’er its end, or port, or reef ; 

Better the voyage ne’er begun, 

For all ships sail the sea of grief. 

377 James Jeffrey Roche: At Sea. 

GUEST: 

If evening falls swiftly it lengthens the night, 

While with music and legend we burnish it bright, 

The sole pang of sorrow our bossoms can know, 

Is how lately you came and how soon you must go. 

378 McGee: Words of Welcome. 

GUILT: 

Conscious guilt its safety finds in dark concealment and in 
flight 

379 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act V, Scene 2. 

I love not flowers plucked in guilt’s dark night ; 

I fear the wrong, I love God’s holy right. 

380 M. F. Egan: A Sweedish Legend. 

As shrinks the night w r hen morning breaks 
As thief in sight of gallows quakes, 

So trembles guilt when justice wakes. 

381 James Jeffrey Roche: King Mah: 

In Songs and Satires. 


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Guilt gave shame frequent uneasiness, and shame often be- 
trayed the secret conspiracies of guilt. 

382 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. Chapter XV. 

HABIT: 

How shall I a habit break? 

As you did a habit make. 

As you gathered, you must lose 
As you yielded now refuse. 

Thread by thread the strain we twist 
Till they bind us neck and wrist ; 

Thread by thread the patient hand 
Must entwine ’ere free we stand. 

As we builded stone by stone 
We must toil unhelped, alone 
Till the wall is overthrown. 

383 John Boyle O’Reilly: A Builder’s Lesson. 
HAPPINESS: 

On what a trifle may the happiness 
Of a whole existence hang? 

384 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus. Act I, Scene II. 

Oh happy is the beaten bird, that from the billowy West, 

At fall of eve can still return in Erin to her nest ; 

Oh, happy is the fond sea wave, that when the storms cease, 
Can fling itself at Erin’s feet, and breathe at last in peace. 

385 McGee: Song of O’Donnell In Spain. 

Happy they who through life prefer rainbow colors. 

386 Anna T. Sadlier: In A Summer At Woodville. 

We seek in vain for happiness by heedlessly forgetting 
That all we sigh and struggle for on earth must pass away. 

387 Mary A. Ford (Una) : To A Youthful Friend. 

If the soul be happily disposed, everything becomes a subject 
of entertainment, and distress will always want a name. 

388 Goldsmith: Happiness And Good nature. 

Our aim is happiness, ’tis yours, ’tis mine, 

He said ; ’tis the pursuit of all that live ; 

Yet few attain it, if ’twas e’er attained. 

But they the widest wander from the mark, 

Who through the flowery path of sauntering joy 
Seeks this coy goddess ; that from stage to stage 
Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue. 

389 Armstrong: Art Of Preserving Health. 


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HARMONY: 

All the works of God are made in harmony with their creator. 
390 Archbishop Keane : On Art. 


Harmonies 

That sway in beauties like a crystal river 
Pouring in lucent ecstacy a-quiver, 

Freighted with odorous melodies ; 

Anon, a moaning sea and winds that sweep 
Below the moon, awed at the face of storm. 

391 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

HARP: 

But if emblem o’er my dust should rise 
Let it be this : our harp within a wreath. 

Of Shamrocks twining round it lovingly, 

That so, O harp ! our love shall know no death. 

392 McGee: An Apology to The Harp. 

Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, 

The cold chain of silence had hung o’er thee long, 

When proudly my own island harp I unbound thee, 

And gave all thy chords to light, freedom and song ! 

The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness 
Have wakened thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill : 

But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, 

That even in thy mirth it will steal o’er thee still. 

393 Moore: Harp Of My Country. 

Harp of the land I love ! forgive this hand 
That reverently lifts thee from the dust, 

And scans thy strings with filial awe and love, 

Lest by neglect the chords of song should rust. 

394 McGee: An Apology To The Harp. 

Mute harp of King Brian, what bard of these days 
Shall give to thy cold chords the spirit of the songs? 

Who shall win thee to gladness, or tune thee to praise, 

Or rouse thee to combat with faction and wrong? 

Cold, cold is the hand of the master who first 
In the halls of Kincora thy melody woke, 

When the peans of conquest triumphantly burst, 

And the soul of the land passed from under the yoke. 

395 McGee: Harp Of King Brian. 

The harp that once thro’ Tara’s halls 
The soul of music shed, 

Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls 
As if that soul had fled. 

396 


Moore: The Harp , Etc. 


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HEARTS: 

The heart that is soonest awake to the flowers 
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns. 

397 Moore: Oh, Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light. 

Poor human hearts are like the leaves that grow to fade and 
perish, 

But like the stream are forced to bliss as o’er the earth they 
run; 

In action lies their only hope of resting in the ocean 
Of God’s immensity and love when here their journey’s done. 

398 Mary A. Ford: (Una) : To A Youthful Friend. 

HEAVEN: 

Go, wing thy flight from star to star, 

From world to luminous world as far 
As the universe spreads its flaming walls ; 

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres 
And multiply each thro’ endless years 
One minute of Heaven is worth them all. 

399 Moore: Lalla Rokh. Paradise And The Peri. 

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, 

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, 

There’s nothing true but Heaven. 

400 Moore: The World Is All A Fleeting Show. 

Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, 

And the stars themselves have flowers for me, 

One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all ! 

401 Moore: Paradise And The Peri. 

HERO: 

Slowly and sadly we laid him down, 

From the field of his fame fresh and glory ; 

We carved not a line, we raised not a stone — 

But we left him alone in his glory. 

402 Charles Wolfe: Burial Of Sir John Moore. 

A hero’s name can conquer worlds ; 

The action dies not, though the body rots. 

403 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 

Joy to the hero who dared and died 

For his country’s honor and fame and pride. 

404 Banim: Celts' Paradise. 

Like the day star in the wave, 

Sinks a hero in his grave, 

Midst the dew-fall of a nation’s tears. 

405 Moore: Before The Battle. 


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O, heroes reft of fame’s success, 

Weigh not the world’s forgetfulness ! 

Though with but tears on cliffs of time, 

You bravely trace on thought sublime, 

God will not view your labor less. 

406 Rowland B. Mahany: Aux Heroes Sans Gloire 

But the stars that beam out brightest 
And shall burn to the last, 

Are the deeds that light our fathers’ graves — 

The heroes of the past. 

407 Thomas O'Hagan: Heroes: 

In Songs Of The Settlement. 

Him they call hero, who in one fine burst 
Of splendid courage, mid the world’s acclaim 
Doth storm the shining heights of mighty fame, 

And win his crown, though fortune do her worst. 

How shall we speak his holier name, who strives 
In hidden silence and with laboring breath, 

Against the fearsome shapes of pain and death, 

Counting his laurels in glad human lives? 

***** 

Nay ! like the Master be his memory blest, 

The Good Physician’s name leads all the rest. 

408 Mary Elisabeth Blake: The Hero. 

Oh ! in the quiet haven, safe for aye, 

If lost to us in port one stormy day, 

Borne with a public pomp by just decree, 

Heroic sailor ! from that fatal sea, 

A city vows this marble unto thee. 

409 William Alexander : On Erection Of A Statue. 

Earth reared no worthier son than he, 

Nor slavery met a sterner foe, 

Burned his proud breast for liberty, 

And shrank not from the foeman’s blow. 

410 Collins: On Washington. 

Oh ! ’twere a shame to let his name, like other names decay, 

Or let the earth forget his worth like other things of clay ; 

But we must see the brave and free defender of our walls 
High in the light of sculptured might, among our homes and 
halls. 

There let him stand with sword in hand, and flashing arms of 
steel, 

In bright array as on the day he made the foeman reel. 

411 Hogan: On Statue Of Sarsfuld. 


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As the forked pole 
Holds the tree's weight, 

So my hero’s arm 
Holds the battle straight. 

412 Thomas W. Rolleston: 

Lament of Maer Leith-Dherg. 

But why do we gather thus proudly today — 

What grand thought awakes all this brilliant display? 

To honor a hero come we from afar, 

Whose brow is enwreathed with laurels of war ? 

Or come we to kneel round a sanctified shrine, 

Where angels keep watch with the stars as they shine? 

Or rear the proud marble full high on this shore,. 

And fling to the breeze a loved name evermore? 

Ah, yes ! ’tis a hero, all glorious, I trow, 

Whose cheeks never blanched ’mid the darts of the foe ; 

Whose heart was as pure as the foam on the wave 
That chants his sad dirge ’round his yonder lone grave, 

And throbbed but to lessen life’s poor human woes 
And make the dark wilderness bright as the rose. 

413 Rev. PatricJc Cronin: In Memory of Marquette. 

’Tis not always he whose name is blazoned fair in Honor’s 
story, 

Who most merits from his fellows glowing tributes to his 
might ; 

Oft a higher, purer hero acts a part unknown to glory — 

Acts it simply as his duty, struggling bravely in the right. 

414 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. S. C.: Life's Heroes: 

In Between Whiles. 

HISTORY: 

While History’s Muse the memorial was keeping 
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, 

Beside her the Genus of Erin stood weeping, 

For her’s was the story that blotted the leaves. 

415 Moore: While History's Muse, etc. 

How many a doubt pursues ! how oft we sigh 
While histories charm to think that histories lie. 

410 Moore: The Sceptic. 

HOME: 

A gilded palace without domestic happiness is not a home. 

417 Archbishop Keane: Civilization. 

The love of home, like love of heaven, 

Is woven in our heart. 

418 


Lever: Love of Home. 


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Such is the Patriots boast wher’er we roam. 

His first best country, ever is at home. 

419 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

There is a spot of earth supremely blest, 

A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, 

Where man, creation’s tyrant, casts aside 
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, 

While in his softened looks benignly blend 
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend ; 

Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, 

Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; 

In the clear heaven of her delightful eye 
An angel guard of loves and graces lie ; 

Around her knees domestic duties meet, 

And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. 

Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? 

Art thou a man? — a patriot? — look around; 

O, thou shalt find howe’er thy footsteps roam, 

That land thy country, and that spot thy home ! 

420 Montgomery: The West Indies. 

A poor old cottage tottering to its fall ; 

Some faded rose trees scattered o’er the wall ; 

Four wooden pillars all aslant one way ; v 

A plot in front, bright green, amid decay, 

Where wee pets, whene’er they came to tea, 

Laughed, danced and played, and shouted in high glee ; 

A rusty paling and a broken gate 
Shut out the world and bounded my estate. 

421 Ellen O'Leary: My Old Home. 

Look ’round thee from this wooded height, 

Where, girdled in its sheltering trees, 

Our home uprears its turret bright — 

Our own dear home of rest and peace. 

422 George Francis Savage- Armstrong : Wicklow. 

O visions of home ! why so fair and so fleeting — 

Why break like the stars on the darkness of night, 

Then fly like the mist, like the red dawn retreating, 

And leave the dull day-life no beam of your light? 

423 Mary A. Sadlier: Home Memories. 

O ! the light for the hearts that are growing old 
Is the light of the lamp of home. 

424 T. A. Daley: To An Old Lover: In Canzonl. 


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Better than gold is a peaceful home, 

Where all the fireside characters come — 

The shrine of love, the heaven of life, 

Hallowed by mother or sister or wife. 

However humble the home may be, 

Or tried with sorrows by heaven’s decree, 

The blessings that never were bought or sold, 

And centre there are better than gold. 

425 Father Ryan: Better Than Gold. 

Man, through all ages of revolving time, 

Unchanging man, in every varying clime, 

Deems his own land of every land the pride, 

Beloved of heaven o’er all the world beside : 

His home, the spot of earth supremely blest, 

A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. 

426 Montgomery: West Indies. 

The bird let loose in Eastern skies, 

Returning fondly home, 

Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
Where idle warblers roam ; 

But high she shoots through air and light 
Above all low decay, 

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight 
Nor shadows dim her way. 

427 Moore: Oh, That I had Wings. 

HONOR: 

The highest honor that a man can bear in life or death is the 
scar of a chain borne in a good cause. 

428 John Boyle O’Reilly: From Speech. 

Fear not death, but fear dishonor; 

Yield thy country all but honor. 

429 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) ; The Old Man’s Blessing. 

Where thou hast honours due, hard by 
Obedience stands, and Chastity. 

430 Auhrey De Yere: The Golden Mean. 

When honor comes to you, be ready to take it ; 

But reach not to seize it before it is near. 

431 John Boyle O’Reilly: Rules on the Road. 

Only he who with one fixed and high standard of honor can 
make and keep that friendship and good will of his fel- 
lows, which no one can dispense with, and which it is per- 
ilous in any given instance to abuse. 

432 Katherine E. Conway: In Making Friends 

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But this I will avow, that I have scorned, 

And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong ; 

Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword, 

Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, 

Wrongs me not have so much as he who shuts 
The gates of honor on me. 

433 George Croly: Catalin #. 

Where Humanity is, there must ever be Honor. 

434 McGee: Salutation to the Flag. 


HOPE: 

Hope, unyielding to despair, 

Springs forever fresh and fair; 

Earth’s serenest prospects fly, 

Hope’s enchantments never die. 

435 Montgomery : Hope. 


Hope is not a kin to fate, 

And there T s a discord when they meet and jar. 

436 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act III, Scene I. 

’Tis Hope’s the charm of wretchedness, 

While Mem’ry wooes the blest. 

437 Lover: Memory and Hope. 

Hope holds the world within her heart, 

And Time and Space, like slaves, attend her. 

438 Gerald Griffin: Matt. Hyland, Part IV. 

Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light, 

Adorns and cheers our way; 

And still, as darker grows the night, 

Emits a brighter ray. 

439 Goldsmith: Captivity, Act II, Song. 

Hope’s cable ne’er is cut, save when the knife 
Is plied by faith abandoned. 

440 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. S. C.: In Between Whiles. 

Long have we waited, O Watcher, for the vision 
Splendid in promise we now shall see it rise, 

Scattering the darkness, while with hero-mission 
Brave hands uplift Hope’s banner to the skies. 

441 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : The Dawn. 


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The rays of Hope may light us on 
Through manhood’s toil and strife, 

But never can they shine as shone 
The morning star of life ; 

Though bright as Summer’s rosy wreath, 

Though long and fondly nursed, 

Yet still they want the fearless faith 
Of those that blessed us first. 

442 Frances Browne: The First. 

HOSPITALITY: 

Wise were they in days of old, 

Who gave the stranger place; 

And when the joyous catch was trolled, 

And toasts were quaffed, and tales were told, 

They looked him in the face. 

443 James Jeffrey Roche: The Skeleton at the Feast. 
HUMILITY: 

Silently — shadowly — some lives go, 

And the sound of their voices is all unheard ; 

Or, if heard at all, ’tis as faint as the flow 
Of beautiful waves which no storm hath stirred. 

444 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

The humblest soul on earth, when mindful of 
Christ’s promise, is the greatest conqueror. 

445 M. F. Egan: In Songs and Sonnets. 

There was a fate to humble me, 

And I am humbled. 

446 Savage: Sybil, Scene II, Act V. 

That, as colossal sanctity walks oft 
In humblest vales, no less a pigmy race 
May strut on mountains. 

447 Aubrey De Vere: Death of Copernicus. 

Humbly He came, the Prince of Truth, unhailed 
By the proud world’s emblazoned pageantries; 

Nor bruit of brazen trump, nor legions mailed, 

Shook with prolonged salute the answering skies. 

448 Richard O'Malley: The Prince of Peace. 

Humility, that low, sweet root 
From which all heavenly virtues shoot. 

449 Moore: The Loves of the Angels. 


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Open to me the low, low gate 
Of sweet Humility, 

That I may steal thro' the shadows late, 

And walk alone with Thee. 

450 Eleanor C. Donnelly: Outside the Gate. 

Humility shall stand and win 
When Pride and dust will crumble. 

451 Arthur Barry O’Neil, C. 8. O.: Peace: 

In Between Whiles. 

A truly humble man trusts not in the arm of the flesh, but in 
the justice of his cause, and in the protection of heaven. 

452 Cardinal Gibbons: In Ambassador of Christ. 

As patience is acquired by suffering and science by study, so is 
humility learned by humiliations. 

453 Cardinal Gibbons: Ibid. 

HUMANITY: 

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the con- 
scious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves. 

454 Goldsmith: Good Nat. Man. 

HUMAN-LIKE: 

When men possess one secret or one creed, 

Or love one land, or struggle for one need, 

They draw together brotherly and human — 

They only fly apart who love one woman. 

455 John Boyle O’Reilly. 

HUMAN NATURE: 

Human nature is much the same when you come to the heart 
and count its beats. 

456 John Boyle O’Reilly: The City Streets. 

IDEALS: 

Whatever you want to be, keep before you, as you kept the 
model in your copy book in childhood, the image of the 
beautiful, completely attained Ideal. 

457 Katherine E. Conway: 

Plans and Specifications in Bettering Ourselves. 

We cannot put on the ideals of another people as a garment. 

458 George W. Russell: From Ideals in Ireland. 

Only the Christian ideal can make the true man. 

459 Archbishop Keane: On Education, 


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IDEAS: 

One clear idea, wakened in the breast 
By memory’s magic, lets in all the rest. 

460 Moore: Lalla RooJch: The Veiled Prophet. 

ILLUSIONS: 

Our pride, our hopes, our fears, our ambitions are but illusions 
which spur us to activity in the service of others — traces 
that bind us to the car of human progress, making of all 
our activities forces to move it onward and upward. 

461 W. Bourlce Gorkran: On Race Question in South. 
IMMORTALITY: 

No deathless pile has grown from intellect. 

Immortal things have God for architect. 

And men are but the granite He lays. down. 

462 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Pilgrim Fathers. 

IMPOSTER: 

The impostor employs force instead of argument; imposes 
silence when he cannot convince, and propagates his char- 
acter by the sword. 

463 Sir Philip Francis: Letters of Junius. 

INDEPENDENCE: 

Let Fortune frown and foes increase, 

And life’s long battle know no peace ; 

Give me to wear upon my breast 
The object of my early quest, 

Undimm’d, unbroken and unchanged, 

The talisman I sought and gained, 

The jewel — Independence ! 

464 McGee: Independence. 

I know of no nation that has won its independence by accident. 

465 Thomas Francis Mahar: 

Speech on Policy for Ireland. 

IRELAND: 

My Country, wounded to the heart, 

Could I but flash along thy soul 

Electric power to rive apart 

The thunder-clouds that round the roll, 

And by my burning words uplift 
Thy life from out Death’s icy drift, 

Till the full splendors of our age 
Shone round thee for thy heritage — 

As Miriam’s, by the Red Sea strand, 

Clashing proud cymbals, so my hand 
Would strike thy harp, 

Loved Ireland. 

466 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : Dedicated to Ireland. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


O kindly, generous Irish land, 

So fair and leal and loving ! 

No wonder the wandering Celt should think 
And dream of you in his roving. 

The alien home may have gems and gold, 

Shadows may never have gloomed it ; 

But the heart will sigh for the absent land 
Where the love-light first illum’ed it. 

467 John Locke: Dawn on the Irish Coast. 

My first dear love, all dearer for thy grief ! 

My land, that has no peer in all the sea. 

For verdure, vale, or river, flower or leaf — 

If first to no man else, thou art first to me, 

New loves may come with duties, but the first 
Is deepest yet — the mother’s breath and smiles : 

Like that kind face and breast where I was nursed 
Is my poor land, the Niobe of isles. 

468 John Boyle O’Reilly : Niohe of the Isles. 

O Isle of Fate ! O storied isle of ancient fame ! 

Old ocean wears no nobler gaud, earth has no nobler name ; 
Thy mournful beauty, ever young, still wakes the poet’s dream, 
Thou fairest isle that gems the wave or wooes the midnight 
beam ! 

469 Mary A. Sadlier: Ireland hy Moonlight. 

IRELAND’S FRIEND: 

We’re one at heart, if you be Ireland’s friend, 

Though leagues asunder our opinions tend. 

470 William Allingham: The Irish Cause. 

JEALOUSY: 

Oh, who is she of dark, unsettled brow, 

That brooding drags an angel shape behind, 

And quaffs the living gore? I know her now, 

’Tis Jealousy, that monster of the mind, 

In whom are thousand contraries combined. 

471 Thomas Dermody: Jealousy. 

JOKE: 

A joke breaks no bones. 

472 Goldsmith : Good Nat. Man, Act. III. 


JOY: 

And e’en while fashion’s arts decoy 
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy. 

473 Goldsmith: Retaliation. 


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With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, 

Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. 

474 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

The memory of the brightest joys 
In childhood’s happy morn that found us, 

Is dearer than the richest toys, 

The present vainly sheds around us. 

475 Gerald Griffin : Know Ye Not That Lovely River. 

Joy is life’s tree — grief but its leaf. 

476 Father Ryan: Lines. 

Joy stands, and smiles, and beckons with alluring finger, 

On all the pathways Life discloses ; 

And ever where a crossroad bids the Pilgrim linger, 

She crowns him with a wreath of roses. 

477 Mangan: Song Exciting to Gladness. 

From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love, 
Strayed away along the margin of the unknown tide, 

All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above 
Word or touch from lips beside. 

478 George W. Russell: The Margin of the Great Deep. 

Joys have three stages — Hoping, Having and Had; 

The hands of Hope are empty and the heart of Having is sad ; 
For the joy we take in the taking dies ; and the joy we Had is 
its ghost, 

And which is better — the joy unknown or the joy we have 
clasped and lost? 

479 John Boyle O'Reilly: Yesterday and Tomorrow. 

Earth’s treasures, youth and beauty, fade ; 

E’en love’s young dream but cheats awhile ; 

Beyond life’s sea is the fadeless glade; 

Our Aiden home, where angels smile. 

Ah ! when we reach that deathless shore, 

Nor change, nor care can touch us more ; 

There to the ravished heart appears 
The unfound joy of earthly years. 

480 Rev. Patrick Cronin: The Unfound. 

Joy so seldom weaves a chain 
Like this tonight, that oh, ’tis pain 
To break its links so soon. 

481 


Moore: Fly Not Yet. 


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When selfishly sinking our bosoms will mourn 

O’er joys that are gone and can never return 

And whisper in ignorance fearful and drear 

Where now are the joys that have left us? — oh where 

482 Gerald Griffin: Past Times. 

JUNE: 

A cheerful month art thou, sweet, ripe-mouthed June ! 

In thee fresh youth and age mature are blent — 

A sunny friend to gild the harvest sent, 

And light up Nature with bright Summer soon. 

483 Rev. Matthew Russell, S. J 

In a Soggarth's Last Verses. 

How can we keep the past and drink its sweetness, 

How walk in love’s dear ways, 

If in this winter-cold and incompleteness 
We dream not of June days. 

484 M. F. Egan : A Duet in Winter : 

In Songs and Sonnets. 

When in your heart the song seems ended 
And life and laughter no more keep tune 
With the lilt of the waters, and day seems blended 
With shadows that stray from some ghostly moon, 

Faint heart, remember the month is June. 

485 Thomas Walsh: Matins. 

JUDGMENT: 

Walk with your face toward your judgment and you will never 
wander in the dark. 

486 Archbishop Keane: Right Living. 

The lesson strikes, when, startled, we behold 

The judge call’d from the judgment seat to judgment. 

487 Samuel Lover: Lines on Death of Sir Talford. 

JUSTICE: 

Justice — o’er all — the saving salt of earth. 

488 McGee: To William Smith O'Brien. 

Justice lives, though judgment lingers — angels’ feet are heavy 
shod — 

But a planet’s years are moments in this eternal day of God ! 

489 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Nation's Test. 

There are great wrongs in the social and economic conditions, 
and wrongs must be righted not by charity alone, but by 
justice. 

490 


Archbishop Keane: Social Ideals. 


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0 sacred Justice ! free this land 
From tyranny abhorred ; 

Resume thy balance and thy seal — 

Resume — but sheathe thy sword. 

491 Robert Emmet: On Arbor Hill. Dublin, 1798. 

The law to bring justice is always decreed, and on every hand 
is the warning. 

492 John Boyle O’Reilly: The City Streets. 

To hold the balance true of right and wrong, 

Censure or praise swayed not thy just intent. 

493 Rowland B. Mahany: General Gordon. 

The justice done to an individual is sometimes of service to 
the public. 

494 Sir Philip Francis: From Letter to Lord Mansfield. 

Justice holds her final doom 

Still o’er the reckless world suspended, 

Till that appointed hour of gloom 
When man’s elective power is ended. 

495 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland, Part VI. 

1 shall go, I think, with a pure heart and perfect composure 

to appear before a higher tribunal, where a Judge of 
infinite goodness, as well as of justice, will preside, and 
where, my lords, many, many of the judgments of this 
w r orld will be reversed. 

496 Thomas Francis Mahar: From Speech in Dock. 


KINDNESS: 

I would not, if God gave us choice, 

For mine to bear the other’s part, 

That mine should be the silent voice, 

And thine the silent, aching heart. 

497 James Jeffrey Roche: At Sea. 

The kindly word unspoken is a sin — 

A sin that wraps itself in purest guise, 

And tells the heart that, doubting, looks wdthin, 

That not in speech, but thought, the virtue lies. 

498 John Boyle O’Reilyy Unspoken Words. 

A little love, a little trust, 

A soft impulse, a sudden dream, 

And life as dry as desert dust 
Is fresher than a mountain stream. 

499 Stop ford A. Brooke: The Earth and Man. 


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To worth I would give honor, 

I’d dry the mourner’s tears, 

And to the pallid lips recall 
The smile of happier years ; 

And hearts that had been long estranged, 

And joys that had grown cold, 

Should meet again like parted streams 
And mingle as of old. 

Oh, thus I’d play the enchanters part, 

Thus scatter bliss around, 

Till not a tear nor aching heart 
Should in the world be found. 

500 Lover: The Four-Leaved Shamrock. 

Give freely of kindness from day to day, 

Let gentleness fail thee never : 

Mere gold and silver soon pass away ; 

Kindly words will endure forever. 

501 Arthur Barry O'Neil, 0. S. C.: Generosity: 

In Between Whiles. 

There are seeds of kindness to be sown 
In hearts that never have such kindness known. 

502 Denis A. McCarthy: Heroes. 

Oh, blest is the heart when misfortunes assail, 

That is armed in content as a garment of mail, 

For the grief of another that treasures its zeal, 

And remembers no woe but the woe it can heal. 

503 Gerald Griffin: My Spirit Is Gay. 

KNOWLEDGE: 

Again the walls of ancient knowledge 
Shall cheer the thirsty lip and dry ; 

Again waste places, fame and college, 

The radiance wear of days gone by ! 

504 Aubrey De V ere: On First Repeal of Pen. Laws. 

A man’s highest being is knowing and seeing, not having and 
toiling for more ; 

In the senses and soul is the joy of control, not in pride or 
luxurious store. 

505 John Boyle O'Reilly: An Old Vagabond. 

When knowledge will but bring us grief, 

’Tis better not to know. 

506 Lover: ’ Tis Better Not to Know. 

Where knowledge is, her brightest boons 
Illumine less the heart than head. 

507 Mangan: Light and Warmth. 


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Know what thou know’st! He knoweth much 
Who knows not many things ; and 
He knows most whose knowledge hath a touch 
Of God’s divine simplicity. 

508 Aubrey Be Vere: Implicit Faith. 

Oh ! knowledge is a wondrous power, 

And stronger than the wind; 

And thrones shall fall, and despots bow, 

Before the might of mind. 

509 Charles Joseph Eickham: Rory of the Hills. 

Knowledge is gold to him who can discern 
That he who loves to know, must love to learn. 

510 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wheat drains. 


History’s lessons, if thou’lt read ’em, 

All proclaim this truth to thee : 

Knowledge is the price of freedom ; 

Know thyself, and thou art free ! 

511 Denis Florence McCarthy: Know Thyself. 


There are dark lines running all along the spectrum of our 
knowledge ; for how few of them can we account. 

512 Patrick Francis Mullany ( Az arias ) : 

In Essays on Philosophy. 


LANGUAGE: 


Words in one language elegantly used 
Will hardly in another be excused, 

And some that Rome admired in Caesar’s time 
May neither suit our genius nor our clime. 

513 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ): 

Essay on Translated Verse. 

Irreverent Milton ! bold I deem thy flight ; 

Unsanctified, unbidden, thou didst wing 
Thy pathless way off tow’rd the secret spring 
Of God’s decrees, and read them not aright ; 

Thou sought to do what no man mortal might ; 

Still thence a speech majestical didst bring, 

And there o’erheard some angels whispering 
Of Eden’s bliss, and from thy lofty height 
Surveyed all starry space both far and wide, 

And saw hell’s deepest depths and tortures dire, 

And viewed the darkling works of demon pride, 

And in the glowing of poetic fire, 

What time thy heart felt age’s chilly hand, 

Embodied all in language stately grand. 

514 Patrick Francis Mullany ( Brother Asarias) : Milton. 


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LAUGHTER: 

And still let us laugh — preach the world as it may — 

Where the cream of the joke is the swarm will follow : 
Heroics are very grand things in their way. 

But the laugh at the long run will carry it hollow. 

515 Moore: Satires. 

Why chide us, if we laugh today 
With new friends, when hearts are cold 
That once knew all our joys and cares? 

516 M. F. Egan: Consolation, Part II. 

A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass, 
And one by one the words of light and joy-drops through my 
being pass. 

“I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moon-glow in the 
mind 

My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the 
wind. 

517 George W. Russell: The Earth Spirit. 

No musician can shape a melody joyous as the laughter of a 
little child happy in the morning sunlight. 

518 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

He often loudest laughs who sorrows most. 

519 Charles J. O'Malley: Hid. 

All would I give, nor grieve at giving, 

With hope in my heart and strength for living, 

If but my soul were still beguiled by the laugh of the child. 

520 Mary Elizabeth Blake: A Lament. 


LAW: 

There is but one law for all, namely, that law which governs 
all law, the law of our Creator, the law of humanity, jus- 
tice, equity — the law of nature and of nations. 

521 Edmond Burke: Impeachment of Warren Hastings. 

We may bite our chains, if we will ; but we shall be made to 
know ourselves, and be taught that man is born to be 
governed by law; and he that will substitute will in place 
of it is an enemy to God. 

522 Edmund Burke: The Trial of Warren Hastings. 

Defaced is law, and justice slain at birth; 

Good men are broken — malefactors thrive ; 

But, when the tyrants tower o’er the earth, 

Behind their wheels strong right is still alive ! 

523 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Patriot's Grave. 


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The law is coldest steel, 

We live beneath its sway ; 

It cares not what we feel, 

And so pass night and day. 

524 Father Ryan : Inevitable. 

There is never a mind unchained and true that class or race 
allows ; 

There is never a law to be obeyed that reason disavows ; 
There is never a legal sin but grows to the law’s disaster, 

The master shall drop the whip and the slave enslave the 
master ! 

525 John Boyle O'Reilly: Crispus Attacks. 

In every government, though terror reign, 

Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, 

How small, of all that human hearts endure, 

That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! 

526 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

Some laws there are too sacred for the hand 
Of man to approach ; recorded in the blood 
Of patriots, before which, as the Rood 
Of faith, devotional we take our stand ; 

Time-hallowed laws ! Magnificently planned 
When Freedom was the nurse of public good, 

And Power paternal : laws that have withstood 
All storms, unshaken bulwarks of the land ! 

527 Sir Aubrey De Vere: Liberty of the Press. 

Human laws should be founded on God’s laws and human 
right, and not on the narrow interests of land and gold. 

528 John Boyle O'Reilly: In Moondyne. 

The safeguard of liberty is law, and in its defense of the com- 
mon good the law must press heavily sometimes on its 
transgressors. 

529 Katherine E. Conway: The Christian 

Gentlewoman and the Social Apostalate. 

There is not a moral law of nature that human reason is not 
competent to evolve. 

530 Patrick Francis Mullany ( Azarias ): 

Essays Philosophical. 

LEADER : 

A leader in the land he looks decked in a robe of green, 

The flashing gems and yellow gold beseem the royal mien; 
But gems and gold and silken sheen before his glance are dim ; 
From these he borrowed naught of grace, ’tis they have all 
from him. 

531 Mrs. Izod O' Dougherty (Eva) : Silken Thomas. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


LEADERS: 

Leaders have fallen — we wept, but we triumphed, too ; 

Patriot blood never sinks in the sod. 

532 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : A Lament. 


LEARNING: 

Wondrous his skill in verse and history, 

His hymns, these thrice three hundred years sung still ; 
Philosophy, an open book, he reads, 

Expounding Aristotle at his will. 

533 Anna T. Sadlier: The Monk's Prayer. 


Learning is the great lever that will move the world. Woe 
to the world if it be learning without God. 

534 Archbishop Keane: On Education. 

LETTERS: 

Time’s stream would smoother flow, 

Our little griefs take wing, 

And greater ones their sting — 

And life would gladder grow, 

Could absent friends but know 
What joy their letters bring. 

535 Arthur Barry O'Neill, C. 8. C.: 

Of Letters (In Ave Maria). 


I blush to see this letter’s length — 

But ’twas my wish to prove to thee 
How full of hope, and wealth, and strength, 

Are all our precious family. 

536 Moore: Fudge Family in Paria, Letter VI. 


Within the letter’s rustling fold 
I find, once more, a glad surprise : 

A little tiny cup of gold, 

Two lovely violet eyes — 

A cup of gold with emeralds set, 

Once filled with wine from happier spheres ; 

Two little eyes so lately wet 
With spring’s delicious tears. 

537 Denis Florence McCarthy: 

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The postman’s knock? Now, Heaven send, 

He bears a letter for me ! 

He does, and ’tis one from my dearest friend, 

In the hand I love best to see : 

Full eager I scan the pages bright, 

And long ere I reach the close, 

My heart grows glad and my spirits light, 

And my soul w T ith peace o’erflows. 

538 Arthur Barry O’Neill, C. 8. C.: 

My Letter: In Between Whiles. 

Good by — my paper’s nearly out ; 

I’ve only room for — Yours sincerely. 

539 Moore: Fudge Family in Paris. 

LIBERTY: 

It is not country, soil, or clime 
That raises man godlike, sublime ; 

’Tis not the creed that bigots preach, 

That kings and queens and tyrants teach. 

No ! ’tis the bright and heavenly flame 
That burns within the human heart, 

And of his being forms a part 

That makes man soar, erect and free — 

The glorious fire of Liberty. 

540 William Collins: Rory the Rapparee. 

Nature free 

Proclaims that man was born for liberty. 

541 Montgomery: The West Indies. 

I am Liberty — God’s daughter ! 

My symbols — a law and a torch ; 

Not a sword to threaten slaughter, 

Nor a flame to dazzle or scorch ; 

But a light that the world may see, 

And a truth that shall make men free. 

542 John Boyle O’Reilly: Liberty Lighting the World. 

Oh Liberty ! Let not this spirit have rest, 

Till it move, like a breeze, o’er the waves of the west. 

543 Moore: Sublime Was the Warning. 

The tree of liberty will never enfoliate and bear fruit unless it 
be watered from the well of justice, independence and 
fairplay in the hearts of the people. 

544 John Boyle O’Reilly: A Patriot’s Monument. 


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Her name was Liberty ! Earth lay before her, 

And throbbed unconscious fealty and truth ; 

Morning and night men hastened to adore her, 

And from her eyes peace drew perennial youth. 

Her hair was golden as the stars of heaven ; 

Her face was radiant with the kiss of Jove; 

Her form was lovelier than the sun at even ; 

Death paled before her; Life was one with Love. 

545 John Boyle O'Reilly : The Three Queens. 

The single grain of sand reflects the light. 

True freedom makes the individual free ; 

And common law for all makes Liberty ! 

546 John Boyle O'Reilly : The Press Evangel. 

Though great men shall apostatize, yet the cause will live; 
and though the public speaker should die, yet the organ 
which conveyed it, and the breath of Liberty, like the 
work of the holy man, will not die with the prophet, but 
survive him. 

547 Henry Grattan : Declaration of Irish Rights. 

I wish for nothing but to breathe, in this our Island, in com- 
mon with my fellow-subjects, the air of liberty. 

548 Henry Grattan: Declaration of Irish Rights. 

Let no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me with dishonor ; 
let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could 
have engaged in any cause but that of my country’s lib- 
erty and independence. 

549 Robert Emmet: From Speech in the Dock. 

I am here to regret nothing I have ever done, to retract noth- 
ing I have ever said. I am here to crave with no lying 
lips the life I consecrate to the liberty of my country. 

550 Thomas F. Mahar: From Speech in the Dock. 

Willing to serve is truly free ; 

Obedience is best liberty. 

551 Gerald Griffin: Lines to a Departed Friend. 

Peace for the man respecting brother^ right, 

Law-bound liberty for aye and all. 

552 Maurice Francis Egan: In Songs and Sonnets. 

The divine gift of liberty is God’s recognition of man’s great- 
ness and man’s dignity. 

553 Archbishop Ireland. 


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Oh, if there be on this earthly sphere 
A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 

’Tis the last libation Liberty draws 

From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause ! 

554 Moore: Lalla Rookli: Paradise and the Peri. 

Liberty inheres in some sensible object ; and every nation has 
formed to itself some favorite point which, by way of 
eminence, becomes the criterion of their happiness. 

555 Edmund Burke: Speech on Concil. with Amer. 

The world is growing darker to me day by day ; 

The stars that shone on life’s path are vanishing away, 

Some setting and some shifting, only one that changes never ; 
’Tis the guiding star of Liberty that blazes bright forever. 

556 J. O' Donovan Rossa: In Memory of Edward Duffy. 

LIBRARY: 

Just as men are bewildered and lost for want of guides in a 
large library, so are others from an equal want of direc- 
tion in the purchase of a small one. 

557 Thomas Davis: Literary and Historical Essays. 

LIFE: 

The first great end of life,- is to be saved ; 

The next, to leave the world the better for us. 

Both are commanded, both are possible. 

558 McGee: Life a Mystery, etc. 

Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings, 

And tones and symphonies ; but our poor skill 
Some shallow notes from its great music brings. 

We know it there ; but vainly wish and will. 

559 John Boyle O'Reilly: Dolores. 

Life is a mystery — might be an art ! 

Old men know all its secret slights and laws, 

But when they learn to live ’tis time to die, 

And so their knowledge, age by age, goes with them ; 

And the young still begin to live, as though 
A past were not, and a future could not be. 

560 McGee: Life a Mystery, etc. 

Life is joyous in proportion as we make it useful, in proportion 
as we make it add to the sum total of the true, the beau- 
tiful and the good in human existence. 

561 Archbishop Keane: Death and Resurrection. 

This life’s too brief to waste its light 
In dreams of some ideal ; 

The future is a phantom bright, 

The present stern and real. 

562 Mary A. Ford (Una) : Song for Today. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Life is but short and possession unsure, 

Religion may teach us that we should endure; 

But oh ! there are moments when feeling will speak, 

When nature is mighty and reason is w r eak ; 

When selfishly sinking our bosoms will mourn 
O’er joys that are gone and can never return, 

And whisper in ignorance, fearful and drear, 

Where now are the joys that have left us? — oh where? 

563 Gerald Griffin: Past Times. 

When falls the curtain on the play of life, 

This play designed to entertain the gods — 

The part assigned us in our mimic strife 
(Though now we think so) will not make much odds. 

Who plays on earth the king will be as mean 
As any thrall that wearied him with prayers — 

Peasant and peer and country girl and queen, 

Behind the scenes, will all be only players. 

564 Denis A. McCarthy: When Falls the Curtain. 

Life is not hard, seen through the Resurrection ; 

Nature, read rightly, helps us to perfection. 

565 M. F. Egan: In Songs and Sonnets. 

But true to life his lines some trace must bear 
Of life’s mysterious sorrow and despair. 

The sweetest music breathes a minor strain, 

And life would not be perfect but for pain. 

And so the poet sings of grief and strife, 

And tears and fears, for such is life. 

566 Denis A. McCarthy: The Poet. 

I saw the sacred crown degraded, 

Of Fame, upon a common brow — 

And, ah I ’ere yet life’s summer faded 
I saw love’s sweetest spring-flowers bow. 

And ever silenter, and ever 
Lonlier grew the dreary way — 

Scarce even could hope, with frail endeavor 
Shed o’er the gloom a ghastly ray. 

567 Lady Wild (Speranza) : The Ideal. 

Rank, fortune, love, earth’s highest bliss, 

All life can yield, of sweet or splendid, 

Are but a thing that scarcely is, 

When, lo ! its mortal date is ended. 

568 Gerald Griffin: Time and Eternity. 


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Life at the greatest and best is but a forward child, that must 
be humored and waxed a little till it falls asleep, and then 
all the care is over. 

569 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

The latter part of a wise man’s life is taken up in curing the 
follies, prejudices and false opinions he has contracted in 
the former. 

570 Dean Swift: Thoughts on Various Subjects. 


Thy love is 
571 


Oh life ! how strong 
in the hearts of dying men ! 

John Banim : Damon and Pythias. 


O Life ! I pray thee cease thy rapid flight, 

Nor haste to terminate this hour supreme, 

But let me, ere the fall of gloomy night, 

One moment linger in the sunset’s gleam. 

572 Julia Ditto Young: Perfection. 


I am here to crave with no lying lips the life I consecrate to 
my country. 

573 Thomas Francis Mahar: Speech from the Dock. 


Square your life with God ; then it will be true. 

574 Archbishop Keane: Right Living. 


Life is a waste of wearisome hours, 

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; 

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers 
Is always first to be touched by the thorns. 

575 Moore: Oh Think Not My Spirits. 

All our life is made of little things, 

Our chain of life is forged of little rings, 

And little words and acts uplift the soul. 

576 Maurice Francis Egan : On Life. 

Life is combat, life is striving, 

Such our destiny below ; 

Like a scythed chariot driving 
Through an onward pressing foe. 

Deepest sorrow, scorn and trial 
Will but teach us self-denial ; 

Like the alchemists of old, 

Pass the ore through cleansing fire 
If our spirits would aspire 
To be God’s refined gold. 

577 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) ; Mm’s Mission. 


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Why is it that our life seems full of wrong? 

That even poets, who are human birds, 

Set saddest music to the saddest words, 

And mingle sighs and tears in all their song? 

578 M. F. Egan: The After Thought. 

Life is joyous in proportion as we make it useful, in propor- 
tion as we make it add to the sum total of the true, the 
beautiful and the good in human existence. 

579 Archbishop Keane: Death and Resurrection. 

Every man desires to live long ; but no man would be old. 

580 Dean Swift: Thoughts on Various Subjects. 

LOVE: 

If there’s delight in love, ’tis when I see 
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me. 

581 Congreve: Way of the World., Act III, Sec. 12. 

Love is, you say, no child of change and season — 

He is our heart’s desire ; 

Dreams will not keep him ; take a woman’s reason, 

And make a warmer fire. 

582 M. F. Egan: A Duet in Winter. 

Let your commands be prompted, never by impulse or anger, 
but by love. 

583 Archbishop Keane: On Home. 

There’s not a little bell that blows in Ireland’s dewy glens, 
There’s not a sagan waves a spear above her many fens. 
There’s not a tiny blade of grass on all her thousand hills, 

But this fond breast with tender love to overflowing fills. 

584 Seumas MacManus: For Ireland: 

In Ballads of a Country Boy. 

Love makes us strong for all that is right and noble. 

585 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Man. 

When love is true and right, all is well with life ; when love is 
false and wrong, all is wrong. 

586 Archbishop Keane: Ibid. 

Love of God without love of neighbor is a pretense, is false. 

587 Archbishop Keane: Ibid. 

All earthly love is earthly frail, 

All earthly passion doubly fleeting. 

588 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland, Part III. 


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It is easy to love our neighbor if he tickles our vanity. 

589 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

Who loves his kind can never die ; 

Who serves his God, with God shall reign. 

590 Aubrey De Vere: In Mem. Earl of Dunraven. 

I love everything that’s old — old friends, old times, old man- 
ners, old books, old wine. 

591 Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer. 

True love never was erratic ; 

He hath wings — but hath not flown. 

True love ne’er was democratic ; 

He must always reign alone. 

592 Lover: Eveleen. 

Let those love now, who never loved before ; 

Let those who always loved, now love the more. 

593 Thomas Parnell: Trans, of Pervigilium Veneris. 

Love’s draught is sweet — the sweetest far that flows 
To bathe the lips of those who fain would sup ; 

Love’s draught is sweet, but bitter soon it grows 
If reason be not mingled in the cup. 

594 Denis A. McCarthy: Love and Reason. 

Joy swiftly departeth, soon vanisheth Sorrow ; 

Time wheels in a circle of morrow and morrow ; 

The sun shall be ashes, the earth waste away, 

But Love shall reign king in his glory for aye. 

595 Mangan: To the Beloved One. 

There’s not a flower that decks the vale, 

There’s not a beam that lights the mountain, 

There’s not a shrub that scents the gale, 

There’s not a wind that stirs the fountain., 

There’s not a hue that paints the rose, 

There’s not a leaf around us lying, 

But in its use or beauty shows 
True love to us, and love undying. 

596 Gerald Griffin: Arguments for the Love of God, etc. 

Comrade-love is as a welding blast 

Of candid flame and ardent temperature : 

Glowing more fervent, it doth bind more fast ; 

And melting both, but makes the union sure. 

The dross alone is burnt — till at the last 
The steel, if cold, is one, and strong and pure. 

597 James Jeffrey Roche : My Comrade . 


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What dream of delight can endure 
The noise and the dust of the street? 

Yet if Love only wait at the end of the day 
The toil and the trouble is sweet. 

598 Denis A. McCarthy: If Love Only Wait. 

Joy dwelleth not for man in the external — 

Pleasure cometh not to us from afar; 

True love it is that makes the very desert vernal, 

And lights the deepest darkness like a star. 

599 McGee: Thoughts of Ireland. 

True love shall trust, and selfish love must die, 

For trust is peace, and self is full of pain. 

600 John Boyle O'Reilly: Statues in the Block. 

Love and content will increase what we possess beyond a 
monarch’s revenue. 

601 Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer. 

Love makes the woman’s life 
Within doors and without ; but, out of doors, 

Action and glory make the life of man. 

602 Sir Samuel Ferguson: Congal. 

The choice what heart can doubt, 

Of tents with love or thrones without. 

603 Moore: Lalla Rookh: Light of the Harem. 

Not long in the gardens of pleasure 
Are love’s sweetest flowers possessed ; 

The love that hath leavening measure 
Of sorrow is best. 

604 T. A. Daly: A Song for June. 
LOYALTY: 

Prudent, temperate, firm and strong — 

Loyalty our watchword be ! 

605 McGee: Freedom's Land. 

Loyalty is a plant which does not spring up of itself A 
healthy seed must be sow T n, and sown in a congenial soil. 

606 James Bryce. 

One virtue reigned supreme in days gone by 
Familiarly beloved, with awe obeyed : 

The name survives amongst us — Loyalty. 

607 Aubrey De Vere: Loyalty. 


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LUXURY: 

O Luxury ! thou cursed by Heaven’s decree, 

How ill-exchanged are things like these for thee! 

How do thy potions, with insidious joy, 

Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy. 

608 Goldsmith : The Deserted Village. 

Luxury and wealth, like war and peace, 

Are each the other’s ruin and increase ; 

As rivers lost in seas some secret vein 
Thence reconveys, there to be lost again. 

609 Sir John Denham: Cooper's Hill. 

MAN: 

A man is not the slave of circumstances, 

Or need not be, but builder and dictator ; 

He makes his own events, not time nor change ; 

Their logic his ; not creature, but creator. 

610 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Man. 

Man’s true empire is his deathless soul — 

How capable of culture and adornment. 

611 McGee: Life , a Mystery to Man. 

Man wants but little here below, 

Nor wants that little long. 

612 Goldsmith: "Vicar of Wakefield." 

Of all that live, and move, and breathe, 

Man only rises o’er his birth; 

He looks above, around, beneath — 

At once the heir of heaven and earth : 

Force, cunning, speed, which Nature gave 
The various tribes throughout her plan, 

Life to enjoy, from Death to save, 

These are the lowest powers of Man. 

613 Montgomery: Occasional Ode. 

Man’s body, first, was built of earth 
To lodge a living soul from birth, 

And earthward home again to go 
When Time and Death have spoken so. 

614 Whitley Stokes: “ Man Octipartite." 

To say of man that he is Christ-like is the highest praise that 
can be given him. 

615 ArchUshop Keane: The Ideal Man. 


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There are men upon this earth, who seem 
So mixed and molded with this earth — so like 
Mere, dull, material engines — that for all 
The purpose for which man looks to man, 

It were as well a piece of curious mechanism 
Walked in humanity’s name, and wore its semblance. 

616 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act III, Scene 1. 

Once in flight of ages past 

There lived a man — and who was he? 

Mortal ! howe’er thy lot be cast, 

That man resembles thee. 

617 Montgomery : Common Lot. 

Man is the shadow of a changing world ; 

As the image of a tree 

By the breeze swayed to and fro 

On the grass, so changeth he. 

618 William Larminie : Fand. 

I prefer to regard man as a reasonable being, pursuing by the 
light of experience an ever-ascending pathway of progress, 
proving by what he has done, his capacity for greater 
deeds, surveying from the heights which he has achieved, 
with courage, w T ith determination, and with confidence, 
the still nobler heights which are accessible. 

619 W. Bourke Cockran : On Race Problem in South. 

Immortal things have God for architect, 

And men are but the granite He lays down. 

620 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Pilgrim Fathers. 

‘‘Poor race of men !” said the pitying Spirit, 

“Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — 

Some flowrets of Eden ye still inherit, 

But the trail of the Serpent is over them all !” 

621 Moore: Lalla Rookh: Par. and the Pri. 

Oak-like in massy stature and carriage of kindly limb — 

Lo! the broad, brave grace and the fleet, fine manhood’s fair 
prime in him. 

Grandly brow’d as a sea-cliff with the curling waters at its 
base ; 

And its storm-haunted crest a tangle of deep, ripe weeds and 
grass. 

622 


William Wilkins: From Acteon. 


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MANKIND: 

Mankind is one in its rights and wrongs — one right, one hope, 
one guard. 

623 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wendell Phillips. 

Large as mankind w r as his splendid humanity, 

Large in its record the work he had done. 

624 John Boyle O'Reilly: A Nation's Test. 

The life of home blossoms forth in the social life of nations 
and of mankind. 

625 Archbishop Keane: On Civilization. 

MARTYR: 

I’d rather be the bird that sings 
Above a martyr’s grave 
Than fold in fortune’s cage my wings 
And feel my soul a slave. 

626 McGee: The Exile's Devotion . 


MAY: 

The merry, welcome, rosy May, 

The wild birds all are sweetly singing, 

And every village heart today 

Is joyous where thy flowers are springing. 

627 Rev. Patrick Cronin: The Two-Fold May. 

Sweet May ! ’tis thro’ thy tender, golden light, 

That falls from azure skies (half exiled in mist), 

On fresh young daisy buds, on lilies white, 

On violets by timid zephyrs kiss’d — 

’Tis thro’ thy shining portal that we pass 
From Spring’s aurora into Summer’s noon, 

And glide across thy crisp and dewy grass 
Into the rose fields of the fervid June. 

628 Eleanor C. Donnelly: A May Carol. 

Across the light and shadow comes 
The vision of a perfect day — 

A dream of thought in Grecian years, 

When winsome April dried her tears 
To kiss the mouth of May. 

629 Rowland B. Mahany: Lands of the Afternoon. 




As ordered flower succeeds to flower, 

And May the ladder of her sweets 
Ascends, advancing hour by hour, 

From step to step, what heart but beats. 

630 Aubrey De Vere: May Carols. 


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All times and seasons in the land of Erin 
Are blest with beauty’s gift of grace I ween, 

Each month that passes well may claim a share in 
The bloom and brightness of that island green. 

But which one brings to meadow, mount and mireland, 

Tho’ many charms of Maytime’s rich array? 

Ah, well I know of all the months in Ireland 
There’s none so bright or beautiful as May. 

631 Denis A. McCarthy: Maytime in Ireland. 

Awake! Arise! grey dreams and slumber scorning, 

For every dormer looking on the east 
Is portal to the banquet hall this morning — 

Where May hath called her lovers to her feast. 

632 T. A. Daly : In Carmina. 

MEASURES: 

Measures, not men, have always been my mark. 

633 Goldsmith: Good-Natured Man, Act II. 

MELODY: 

Harp, take my bosom’s burthen on thy string, 

And, turning it to sad, sweet melody, 

Waste and disperse it on the careless air. 

634 Sir Samuel Ferguson: Deirdre's Song: Congal. 

O choir of silence, without noise of word ! 

A human voice would break the mystic spell 
Of wavering shades and sounds : the lily bell 
Here at my feet sings melodies unheard. 

635 Maurice Francis Egan: A Night in June. 

Sweetly and sagely, 

In order grave, the Maker of all worlds 
Still modulates the rhythm of human progress ; 

His angels, on whose song the seasons float, 

Keep measured cadence. 

636 Aubrey De Vere: Death of Copernicus. 

Anon, I heard the choral strain 
From that clime of wonder springing, 

Winds and waves harmonious ringing 
There the hallowed plain. 

’Round me, o’er me, softly stealing, 

Thrilling thro’ each vein. 

637 Mrs. Izod O'Dougherty (Eva) : The Dream of Eden. 

MEMORY: 

And Memory entered into the race 
To win, at a bound, high honor’s place. 

638 Rowland B. Mahany: Memory and Hope. 


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Like golden clouds of summer eve that brightly linger yet, 
Reflecting back the glories of the sun that long hath set, 

So, when we part from friends we love, whom long we may not 
see, 

We hail the light of parting smiles, sweet Memory for thee. 

639 Lover: Sweet Memory. 

Fair hopes, forgotten ’mid the gloom 
Of Winter’s murky skies, 

Sweet visions, buried in the tomb 
Of Memory’s past arise. 

640 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Sighs. 

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, 

Swells at my breast and turns the past to pain. 

641 Goldsmith: The Deserted Village. 

How pensive the soul thro’ life’s desert looks back 
On joy’s withered flowers left behind on our track ; 

While the brightness they wore, and the pleasure they gave, 
On Memory’s lone altar their sweet pictures leave. 

642 Hogan: Night Thoughts. 

Memory, angelic, makes a heaven on earth for men, 

Her rosy light recalleth bright, the dewdrops back again. 

643 Lover: The Mountain Dew. 

Let Erin remember the days of old, 

Ere her faithless sons betrayed her 
When Malichi wore the collar of gold 
Which he won from the proud invader, 

When her kings, with standard of green unfurled, 

Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger ; 

’Ere the emerald gem of the western world 
Was set in the crown of a stranger. 

644 Moore: Let Erin Remember, etc. 

Where memory’s silver ripples flow 
O’er golden sands of recollection; 

Where fairy shapes in visions glow, 

Where murmuring voices, sweet and low, 

Float from the realms of long ago, 

And lend the scene perfection ; 

In border lands of pure delight, 

Of rainbow day and sapphire night, 

Imagination’s rosy beams 

Falls on the golden gates of dreams. 

645 Rowland B. Mahany: The Gates of Dreams: 

In Tuscany. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


When time, who steals our years away, 

Shall steal our pleasures, too, 

The memory of the past will stay, 

And half our joys renew. 

646 Moore: “Song.” 

Oh, come ! thou sadly pleasing Power, 

Companion of the twilight hour — 

Come — with thy sable garments flowing, 

Thy tearful smile, all brightly glowing — 

Come with thy light and noiseless tread 
As one belonging to the dead ! 

Come, with thy bright, yet clouded eye, 

Grant me thine aid, sweet memory ! 

647 Gerald Griffin: To Memory. 

In Memory’s deep are lying 
Past joys, too fast in flying, 

And many a thought too deep for tears, 

And blighted hopes of former years ; 

Yet, mingled thus, of grief and joy, 

Oh, who the memory would destroy? 

Of all the bliss and pain we’ve met, 

Oh, where’s the heart that would forget? 

648 Lover: Deep Sea Shell. 

O, those memories of the past, 

And the scenes of long ago ! 

How they follow, thick and fast, 

Through the mind with ceaseless flow ! 

649 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Sighs. 

Oh, dear dream-pictures of my native isle 
Across the spreading seas, 

You give me grief — you give me joy the while — 

Oh, sad, sweet memories ! 

650 Denis A. McCarthy: Memories of Ireland: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 

On every spot of Irish ground bright memories start and 
throng, 

That as a golden treasure to Irish hearts belong ! 

651 Mrs. Izod O' Dougherty {Eva) : Lords of the Soil. 

The brighest jewel ever set in crowm 
Were worthless to the glisten of one tear 
Upon thy lid — one hope-star of memory. 

652 William Gorman Wills: Charles First. 


QUOTATIONS. 


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To forget often means to remember 
What we had forgotten too long ; 

The fragrance is not the bright flower, 

The echo is not the sweet song. 

653 Father Ryan: Noctum. 

Alas, how bitter are the tears that keep the graves of Memory 
green ! 

654 Eleanor C. Donnelly: The Heavenly Fatherland. 

And then from dreaming the long dreams of age 
He woke, remembering, and let fall a tear. 

655 Mrs. Clement Shorter ( Dora Seigerson ) : 

To One Forgotten. 

What softened remembrance comes o’er the heart, 

In gazing on these we’ve been lost to so long ! 

The sorrows, the joys of which once they were part, 

Still ’round them like visions of yesterday throng. 

656 Moore: And Doth Not a Meeting Like This. 

Pearly are the skies in the country of my fathers, 

Purple are the mountains, home of my heart ; 

Mother of my yearning, love of my longings, 

Keep me in remembrance, long leagues apart. 

657 Stephen Owynn: Memory. 

Now Memory, false, spendthrift Memory, 

Disloyal treasure-keeper of the soul, 

This vision change shall never wring from thee 
Nor wasted years effacing as they will. 

658 Standish James O' Grady: Lough Bray. 

We’d talk of bygone blissful hours — 

And oh ! what blissful hours I’ve known ! 

It was a world of smiles and flowers, 

That little home-world of our own. 

And happy thoughts each heart would fill — 

What else but happy could we be, 

While Hope stood smiling on the hill — 

And in the valley, Memory? 

659 Charles J. Kickham: St. John's Eve. 

When the sunshine is lost in the mists of the gloaming, 

And night-shadows darken on mountain and lea, 

Then the lone heart takes wings and away it goes roaming 
To legions far over the billowy sea. 

660 Mary A. Sadlier: Home Memories. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


MENTALITY: 

Better than gold is a thinking mind, 

Than in the realm of books can find, 

A treasure surpassing Australian ore, 

And live with the great and good of yore. 

661 Father Ryan: Better Than Gold. 

The clothing of our minds ought certainly to be regarded 
before that of our bodies. 

662 Sir Richard Steele: Definition of a Fine Gentleman. 

Man’s mind should be of marble, not of clay; 

A rock-hewn temple, large, majestic, bare ; 

Not decked with gewgaws, but with life-long care 
And toil heroic shaped to stand for aye. 

663 Aubrey De V ere: Man’s Mind, etc. 

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find 
That bliss which only centers in the mind. 

664 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

Of all that, to the sage’s survey, 

This world presents of topsy-turvy, 

There’s nought so much disturbs one’s patience 
As little mind in lofty stations. 

665 Moore: Holy Alliamee. 

Just as the mind the erring sense believes, 

The erring mind in turn the senses deceives. 

666 Moore: The Skeptio. 

The mind of man is a taut, curved bow, 

And thought is a keen, swift arrow 
Shot into the present and back to the past, 

And into the dawn of tomorrow. 

667 Charles J. O’Malley: In Thistledown. 

MIRACLE: 

Miracles our champions wrought — 

Who their dying deeds shall tell! 

O how gloriously they fought! 

How triumphantly they fell ! 

668 Montgomery : The Wanderer of Switz. 

“They have no wine.” The tender guest 
Was grieved their feast should lack for aught ; 

He seemed to slight her mute request — 

Not less the grace she wished He wrought. 

669 Aubrey De Vere: Mater Divines Gratice. 


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MODESTY: 

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn. 

Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. 

670 Goldsmith: Good-Natured Man. 

There are attractions in modest diffidence above the force of 
words. 

671 Goldsmith: Hid. 

Modesty seldom rises in a breast that is not enriched with 
noble virtues. 

672 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 


MOON: 

And like a quiet spirit robed in white, 

Full forty times the new moon walked the night, 

Her patient lustre silvering the cells 
Of desert-saints — the palm-trees and the wells. 

673 Eleanor G. Donnelly: Quests of the Abbot Paphnuciut. 

How like a queen comes forth the lonely moon 
From the low opening curtains of the clouds ; 

Walking in beauty to her midnight throne ! 

The stars are veiled in light ; the ocean-floods, 

And the ten thousand streams, the boundless woods, 

The trackless wilderness, the mountain’s brow, 

Where winter on eternal pinions broods. 

All height, depth, wilderness, grandeur, gloom below, 

Touched by thy smile, lone Moon ! in one white splendor glow. 

674 George Croly: Diana. 

As o T er the ghostly landscape peers the sight, 

The moonlight teaming an unbroken flood — 

The stars that in their planet coteries brood 
Over earth’s solitude — the distant, trackless sea — 

Roll to Thought’s shore the ebbless tide — Eternity. 

This vast, pale light. 

675 Savage: Winter Thoughts: A Frosty Night. 

The soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked 

down 

On the red sand of the battlefield, with bloody corpses strewn. 
076 Caroline Norton: Bingen on the Rhine. 

Moons uplift 

The tides : remotest stars lead home the lost. 

677 Aubrey De Vere: The Death of Copemieus. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


On one side in the dark-blue sky 
Lonely and radiant was the eye 
Of Jove himself, while on the other, 

*Mong tiny stars that round her gleamed, 

The young moon, like the Roman mother, 

Among her living “jewels” beamed, 

678 Moore: Evenings in Greece (Second Evening). 

Poor Moon — thou art the type of intellect, 

And all mankind but imitate the stars. 

679 Savage: Breaming by Moonlight. 

Pale tonight is the disk of the moon, and of azure unmixed 
Is the bonny blue sky it lies on ; 

And silent the streamlet, and hushed is the zephyr, and fixed 
Is each star in the calm horizon. 

680 Francis Sylvester Mahoney ( Father Prout) : 

A Serenade. 


The moon was taking her highest roll, 

And the light from her regnant head, 

Enwrapped the stars, like a mighty scroll, 

With eternity’s language spread. 

681 Savage: Eva , Part III. 

The heavenly crescent grew and glowed 

With a richer and purer ray, 

Like a diadem dropp’d from the brow of God, 

While watching his angels play. 

682 Hogan: In Lays and Legends. 

Look at the Moon, so passionately pure — 

See how she knocks unpitied at their hearts, 

Like outcast virtue at a city’s gates, 

Where “merchant princes” star commercial skies, 

And now — expanding in her strength of woe, 

She rises o’er the senseless myriads there, 

To shield her virgin pride from heartless gaze. 

683 Savage: Dreaming by Moonlight. 

The moonbeam rests so lovingly on wrecks of human art, 

As though the radiant queen of night throbbed with a human 
heart ; 

She spreads her mantle o’er them thro r the watches of the 
night, 

And gilds their desolation with more than earthly light. 

684 Mary A. Sadlier: Ireland By Moonlight. 


QUOTATIONS. 


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The moon-souled midnight is the Poet’s love, 

Pale with reflection of the sunny world 
Of books and thought : her placid forehead bound 
With strands of lustrous stars, but brilliant less 
Than all the teeming radiance within. 

Her wavy locks in pale effulgence hang 
Around them with prophetic dreaminess, 

As does the Revelation of Saint John, 

Around the light on his enthusiast brain. 

685 Savage: Dreaming by Moonlight. 

MOORE: 

Wherever his footsteps may wander, 

The Irishman’s bosom, be sure, 

Through time and through change, will still ponder 
On the genius and glory of Moore. 

686 McGee: Charter Song of Moore Club. 

MORALITY: 

I find the doctors and the sages 
Have differed in all climes and ages, 

And two in fifty scarce agree 
On what is pure morality. 

687 Moore: Morality. 
MORNING: 

The clouds in airy tumult fly ; 

The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky ; 

A fresher green the smiling leaves display, 

And, glittering as they tremble, cheer the day. 

688 Thomas Parnell: Hermit. 

Down the blue vault the Peri flies, 

And lighted earthward by a glance 

That just then broke from the morning’s eyes, 

Hung hovering o’er world’s expanse. 

689 Moore: Paradise and the Peri. 

The crimson crown of morn in the yellow orient shown, 

And a heaven-flood of fulgence on the bright’ning earth was 
thrown. 

The azure-breasted mountains laid their cloudy night-robes by, 
And the rivers danced in glory with their sounding songs of 
joy. 

690 


Hogan: The Battle of Monabraher. 


92 


QUOTATIONS. 


Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, 
Her clouds and her tears are worth evening’s best light. 

691 Moore: I Saw from the Beach. 

Oh ! when I’ve seen the morning beam 
Floating within the dimpled stream, 

While Nature, wakening from the night, 

Has just put on her robes of light, 

Have I with cold optician’s gaze, 

Explored the doctrine of those rays? 

No pedants, I have left to you 
Nicely to separate hue from hue. 

692 Moore: Morality. 


MOTHER: 

There comes a thought of her dear hands, 

All wrinkled, tanned and labor-worn — 

And there the simple woman stands, 

To meet her duty’s hard demands, 

Among the chillren she has borne. 

693 Joseph O'Connor: Her Hands. 

O happy Mother ! clasping to thy breast 
The babe new born, 

Entranced in the deep and golden rest 
Of Love’s own morn. 

694 Mrs. Izod O' Dougherty {Eva) : Mater Redemptoris. 

Where mother sleeps 
No sunbeam glances gladly ; 

But the wind sadly 

Through the long grasses sweeps. 

The night dew weeps, 

And darkly shadows fall 
From the old ruined abbey wall 
Where ivy creeps. 

695 Denis A. McCarthy : Where Mother Sleeps: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 


She kneels at the altar of hope 
When cloudlets have shrouded the day, 

And her faith as a taper burns bright and clear 
Thro r the love that illumes the ray. 

696 Thomas O'Hagan: An Irish Mother: 

In Songs of the Settlement. 


QUOTATIONS. 


93 


Sometimes I sit and try to trace. 

In memory’s records dim and faint, 

The features of my mother’s face, 

With the calm look of gentle grace 
That marked our household’s quiet saint. 

697 Joseph O'Connor: Her Hands. 

The mother of Incarnate God 
Some prophet’s mother seemed, alone : 

His hour not yet was come — abroad 
To noise her fame had noised His own. 

698 Aubrey De Vere: Religious Poems. 

O blest! O favored! thou who parent-love 
May thus adore, 

And feel thy deepest throbs can never prove 
Than duty more. 

O thou, of Mothers all the only one 
Beneath the skies, 

Who may, unsinning, kneel before thy Son 
And idolize. 

699 Mrs. Izod O' Dougherty (Eva) : Mater Redemptoris. 

’Tis the clinging clasp of a baby’s hand, 

Or the kiss of a new-made bride ; 

Or the groping wail of the last white one 
Who turned to the wall and died. 

Little or great, she meets them all, 

With the seal of her trust upon her ; 

And the sobs are stilled, and the tears are dried, 

In the light of the mother’s corner. 

700 Eleanor C. Donnelly: Mother's Corner. 

O bitter day I lost for aye, 

The dear ones of my soul ! 

And cruel sea ! — twixt them and me 
How broad and bleak you roll ! 

Two graves are lying far away, 

With none to kneel in prayer, 

And I, their mother, weeping here 
On the head of Old Kenmare. 

701 Rev. James Dollar d (Slievenamon) : 

On Kenmare Head. 


With modest pride Cornelia rose to greet 
Her noble guests, her children at her feet, 

And, smilling, said: “These are my jewels rare, 

And Caesar’s gems with mine cannot compare.’ T 

702 Henry Coyle: The Mother of the Oacchi. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Shining clear in hearts the most depraved, 

One lovely jewel throws its gleam above 
The ruins bleak and sad it fain had saved, 

Ere Vice’s blasting steps did o’er them rove — 

A virtue sweet, more potent than all other, 

An ever-glowing, fervent love of mother. 

703 Arthur Barry O'Neill, C. S. G.: In Between Whiles. 

MOTHERLAND: 

Sweeter far and deeper than the love 
Of flesh for flesh, is the strong bond of hearts 
For suffering Motherland — to make her free. 

704 John Boyle O'Reilly: Statues in the Blorlc. 

I give my heart to thee, O motherland — 

I, if none else, recall the sacred womb ; 

I, if none else, beyond the loving eyes 
Bent ever on thy myriad progeny, 

Who care not nor regard thee as they go, 

0 tender, sorrowing, weeping, hoping land ! 

1 give my heart to thee, O mother-land. 

705 Standish Jaimes O'Orady: I Give My Heart to Thee. 

Mother Ireland! Mother Ireland! gathered here around thy 
knee, 

Thou shalt tell thy sons returned all thy glorious history — 
Not the tale of Troy and Carthage, or their hundred storied 
peers, 

But thy own dear fight for freedom, lasting twice three hun- 
dred years. 

Mother Ireland ! we will crown thee, chance or change what- 
e’er may hap, 

Not with Britain’s nodding helmet, not with Gallia’s Phrygian 
cap — 

But a coronal of shamrocks, dewy from the fragrant sod, 
Blessed forever by Thy Saint, as a symbol of the Triune God. 

706 Very Rev. Canon Sheehan: The Return of the Gael. 

MOUNTAINS: 

Oh, ye Mountains ! ye sublime aspirants 
Of light and gloom ! ye haunts of solitude ! 

No sickly slaves, nor iron-handed tyrants 
On the dark glory of your shades intrude ! 

On you the fogs encamp, the rain cloud settles 
To rest its burden ’ere it moves at large ; 

On you the tempests fight their mighty battles, 

While the big thunder sounds the roaring charge ! 

707 Hogan: The Mountains. 


QUOTATIONS. 


95 


Here all the year the mountains change 
From month to month, from hour to hour ; 

Now rosy-flushed, now dim and strange, 

Now sparkling from the sun-lit shower. 

708 Armstrong: Wicklow. 

MUSIC: 

For locks and hearts to open, sweet music is the key. 

709 Lover : The Pilgrim Harper. 

Oh, native music ! beyond comparing, 

The sweetest far on ear that falls, 

Thy gentle numbers the heart remembers, 

Thy strains enchain us in tender thralls. 

710 Lover: Native Music. 

How sweet ’tis to listen when soft music floats 
O’er the calm lake below, in some favorite notes, 

Whose intervals sweet waken slumbering thoughts, 

And we listen — altho’ not quite sure that we ought. 

711 Lover: Listen. 

In holy music’s golden speech 
Remotest notes to notes respond : 

Each octave is a world ; yet each 
Vibrates to worlds its own beyond. 

712 Aubrey De Vere: Implicit Faith. 

Make a low music : merely make 
Silece a melody, no more. 

713 Lionel Johnson: The Last Muse. 

I’ve heard no music — not a note 
Of such sweet native airs as float 
In my own land among the throng 
And speak our nation’s soul for song. 

714 Moore: Rhymes, on the Road, Extract XIII. 

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, 

Expels diseases, softens every pain, 

Subdues the rage of passion and the plague. 

715 Armstrong: Art of Preserving Health. 

O Music! sphere-descended maid, 

Friend of pleasure, wisdom’s aid. 

716 


Collins: The Passions. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Music is pre-eminently the science of the soul. 

717 Father Burke : Music in Catholic Worship. 

Music, oh how faint, how weak, 

Lanuage fades before thy spell ! 

Why should Feeling ever speak, 

When thou canst breathe her soul so well? 

Friendship’s balmy words may feign, 

Love’s are even more false than they ; 

Oh ! ’tis only music’s strain 
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray. 

718 Moore: On Music. 

I hear the music of the singing rills, 

Tripping with silvery feet upon their way 
Adown the bronzed crags, the healthy hills, 

Until they die in spirit sighs away. 

719 Mrs. Izod O'Dougherty (Eva) : In the West. 

The sweetest music breathes a minor strain 
And life would not be perfect but for pain. 

720 Denis A. McCarthy: The Poets: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 

True music may be considered the highest utterance of the 
highest poetic thought. 

721 Archbishop Keane: Art. 

The soul of music cannot fade or rust — 

The voice within it stronger grows with age. 

722 M. F. Egan: The Old Violin. 

Then, oh ! to hear the sweet old strains of Irish music rise, 
Like memories of home, beneath far foreign skies. 

723 Martin Macdermit : The Irish Exiles. 

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, 

To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. 

I’ve read that things inanimate have moved, 

And, as with living souls, have been informed 
By magic numbers and persuasive sound. 

724 William Congrave: From the Mourning Bride. 

Music is the most spiritual of all human enjoyments. The 
pleasures of the taste are gross ; the pleasures of the eye 
are dangerous; the pleasures of the ear, the delight of 
listening to sweet strains of song, is at once the most 
entrancing and least dangerous of all the pleasures of 
sense. 

725 Father Burke: National Music of Ireland. 


QUOTATIONS. 


97 


Oh Music ! thy celestial claim 
Is still resistless, still the same; 

And, faithful as the mighty sea 

To the pale stars that o’er its realm presides. 

726 Moore: Meloloque. 

Then oh ! to hear the sweet old strains of Irish music rise. 
Like memories of home, beneath far foreign skies. 

Beneath the spreading calabash, beneath the bellished vine, 
The bright Italian myrtle bower, or dark Canadian pine — 
Oh! don’t the old familiar tones — now sad, and now so gay — 
Speak out your very, very hearts — poor exiles, far away ! 

727 Martin Macdermott : The Irish Exile. 

The words of that high music no one knew ; 

Yet all men felt there lived a meaning there, 

Immortal, marvelous, searching, strengthening, true, 

The pledge of some great future, strange and fair, 

When sin shall lose her might, and cleansing woe 
Shall on the just some starry crown bestow. 

728 Aubrey De Vere: The Children of Lir. 


MYSTERY: 

Some find work where some find rest, 

And so the weary world goes on : 

I sometimes wonder which is best ; 

The answer comes when life is gone. 

729 Father Ryan: I Often Wonder Why 'Tis So. 

The Infinite always is silent ; 

It is only the Finite speaks ; 

Our words are idle wave-caps 
On the deep that never breaks. 

We may question with wand of science, 

Explain, decide and discuss, 

But only in meditation 
The Mystery speaks to us. 

730 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Infinite. 

Make thyself known, Sybil, or let despair 
Of knowing thee be absolute: I wait 
Hour-long and waste a soul. What word of fate 
Hides ’twixt the lips which smiles and still forbear? 

Secret perfection! Mystery too fair! 

731 Edward Dowden: Leonardo's “Mona Lisa." 


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QUOTATIONS. 


When life, love, glory, beauty, wither 
Will wisdom’s page or sciences’ chart 
Map out for thee the region whither 
Their shades depart? 

732 Mangan: The One Mystery. 

God hath His mysteries of gra£e, ways that we cannot tell. 

733 Cecil Francis Alexander : Burial of Moses. 

After all, what do I know? 

Save only this — and this is mystery. 

Like the sea, my spirit hath its ebb and flow 

In unison, and the tides of the sea 

Ever reflect the ceaseless tides of thoughts in me. 

734 Father Ryan: Sea Reverie. 

NAME: 

To leave the world a name is naught ; 

To leave the name for glorious deeds 
And works of love — 

A name to waken lightning thoughts, 

And fire the soul of him who reads, 

This tells above. 

735 Mangan: Soul and Country. 

No pomp of mourning blazoned forth to fame 
His golden record ; but young hearts oppressed 
With sense of loss, in reverent silence blessed 
The holier might of his beloved name. 

736 Mary Elizabeth Blake: The Good Bishop: 

In Harbor of Hope. 

NATION: 

A nation’s voice — 

It is a solemn thing! 

It bids the bondage sick rejoice — 

’Tis stronger than a king. 

737 Thomas Davis: nationality. 

Never, never let the Irish heart give up the hope of seeing, on 
Irish soil, the fatal destiny of centuries reversed, and a 
restored nation, wisely instructed and ennobeld in the 
school of sorrow, planted there. 

738 Thomas Francis Mahar: From Speech in Dublin. 

Oh, Brothers! be with us, our aim is high, 

The highest of man’s vocation ; 

With these priceless jewels that round us lie, 

To build up a noble nation. 

739 Speranza ( Lady Wild) : The New Path. 


QUOTATIONS . 


99 


A nation’s boast is a nation’s bone 
As well as its mint of mind ; 

And the culture of either of them alone 
Is the doom of a nation signed. 

740 John Boyle O'Reilly: Bone and Sinew and Brain. 

The greatness of a nation does not depend upon its capacity to 
kill, but its capacity to create. 

741 W. Bourke Cockran: Address On Race 

Problems Of The South. 

NATIVE LAND: 

My native land ! 

Live in my memory still ; 

Break on my brain, ye surges grand ! 

Stand up! mist-covered hill. 

Still in the mirror of the mind 
The scenes I love I see ; 

Would I could fly on the western wind, 

My native land ! to thee. 

742 McGee: The Exile's Devotion. 

The sunny South is glowing in the glow of Southern glory, 

And the Southern Cross in waving o’er the freest of the free, 
Yet in vain, in vain my weary heart would try to hide the 
story. 

That evermore ’tis wandering back, dear native land to thee. 

743 Andrew Orr: The Sunny South is Glowing. 

My own dear land, there’s no other like you, none ! 

Or east or west no other land so fair beneath the sun ; 
However beautiful they be, however high they stand, 

They cannot rival Rosaleen, my own dear land ! 

744 Denis A. McCarthy: In Voices From Erin. 

NATURE: 

Come with me into the mystery of Nature r s shadow and 
sound, 

Where the heart of the past and the dreams of today make 
holy each rood of ground ; 

Where the spoils of the years that have fled are heap’d on 
altars of pain, 

And the tears that we shed on each pillow of grief are turned 
to glory and gain. 

745 Thomas O'Hagan: An Invitation. 

O Nature ! what art thou that thus can’st pour 
Such tides of holy feeling round the heart? 

In all thy various works of every hour, 

How sweet the transport which thy charms impart ! 

746 James Joseph Calanan: The Recluse of Inchidon. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Oh ! Nature, though blessed and bright are thy rays, 

O’er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown 
Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays 
In a smile from the heart that is fondly our own. 

747 Moore: Lines, Written on Leaving Philadelphia. 

Nature rewards a friendly eye — 

Reveals herself to sympathy 
But coldly meets the passerby. 

748 James Nicoll Johnston: Rest: 

In Donegal Memories. 

And nature is His voice ; who list may hear 
His name low-murmured every-everywhere. 

749 Father Ryan: The Seen and The TJnseen. 

Ah ! who can look on Nature’s face, 

And feel unholy passions move? 

Her forms of majesty and grace 
I cannot choose but love : 

Her frowns or smiles my woes disarm, 

Care and repining cease ; 

Her terrors awe, her beauties charm 
My thoughts or peace. 

750 Montgomery : The Peak Mountains. 

He feels the charm and subtle power 
Contained in every wayside flower ; 

He is akin to all things wild, 

For he is Nature’s simple child. 

751 Henry Coyle: The PoeVs Gift. 

We must study the book of nature as we study the book of 
Scriptures, not in detached portions, but each in connec- 
tion with the whole. 

752 Cardinal Gil)l)ons: In Our Christian Heritage. 

How sweet from the frigid-eyed world retiring — 

To gaze on the beauty of nature inspiring ! 

To freshen and feast, with her heaven-bright charms, 

The soul, ’till it melts into love in her arms ; 

Oh ! the heart that would coldly neglect or forsake her, 

Is alike dead and cold to the love of its Maker ! 

753 Hogan: The Beauties of Quinshurgh. 

What nature has disjoined in one way wisdom may unite in 
another. 

754 Edmund Burke: Speech On Con. With Am. 


QUOTATIONS. 


101 


NEW YEAR: 

O, glad New Year ! we longingly look 
Into thy dim, mysterious book. 

755 James Nicoll Johnston: New Year's Day , 1909 : 

In Donegal Memories. 

The Old Year marches through your ranks, away 
To what has been, 

The while the pageant moves, it scarcely seems 
A part of earth ; 

The Old Year dies, and heaven crowns with gleams 
The New Year’s birth. 

756 Father Ryan: Mobile Majestic Societies. 

Thy hand is mighty, youthful year, 

Then use its might to bless ; 

Bring cheer to hearts long desolate, 

And comfort to distress : 

Bring peace to nations writhing sore 
Neath war’s red scourging rod ; 

Bring peace to minds that dream of hate 
To souls that stray from God. 

757 Mary A. Ford (Una) : The New Year. 

NIGHT: 

Night is the time for rest ; 

How sweet when labors close, 

To gather round an aching breast 
The curtain of repose, 

Stretch the tir’d limbs and lay the head 
Down to our own delightful bed. 

758 Montgomery : Night. 

And thus as the night, 

Grows more lovely and bright 
With the clustering of planet and star, 

So this darkness of mine 

Wins a radiance divine 

From the light that still lingers afar. 

Then welcome the night, 

With its soft holy light! 

In its silence my heart is more free. 

759 Lover: From Lyrics. 

When night with wings of starry gloom 
O’ershadows all the earth and skies, 

Like some dark beautious bird, whose plume 
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes — 

That sacred gloom, those fires divine, 

So grand, so countless, Lord, art Thine. 

760 More: Thou Art , 0 God. 


102 


QUOTATIONS. 


NOBLE-MINDED: 

Oh, his spirit was rich as a golden spring day, 

And no cloud ever shadow’d the calm of its ray ; 

And the high noble tone of his manners and mind, 

Like a magnet drew round him the hearts of mankind. 

761 Hogan: In Lays and Legends. 

We can benefit our kind in no way so much as by being our- 
selves pure and upright and noble-minded. 

762 Frances Power Cobhe: Contagion Of Love. 

OCEAN: 

Who can tell or can fancy the treasures that sleep 
Intombed in the wonderful womb of the deep? 

The pearls and the gems, as if valueless thrown 
To lie ’mid the sea-wreck concealed and unknown. 

763 Thomas Crofton Croker: Lord of Dunkerron. 

Oh ! thou Atlantic, dark and deep, 

Thou wilderness of waves, 

Where all the tribes of earth may sleep 
In their uncrowded graves ! 

764 George Croly: Island of Atlantis. 

Ocean, meanwhile, abroad hath burst the roof 
That sepulchered his waves ; he bounds aloff, 

In boiling cataracts, as volcanoes spout 
Their fiery fountains, gush the waters out. 

765 Montgomery : Greenland. 

They heard old ocean throb his regal breast 

And call his vassals — the cascades of the mountains. 

766 Savage : At Niagara. 

He turns his eyes, his thoughts are gone below 
To sound the depths of ocean, where his mind 
Creates the wonders which it cannot find. 

767 Montgomery : Greenland. 

The brave ship many leagues must tack 
As air and ocean wills. 

768 Savage: Eva. Yrs. XXIII. 

All hail to the ruins, the rocks and the shore ! 

Thou wide-rolling ocean, all hail ! 

Now brilliant with sunbeams, and dimpled with oars, 

While soft o’er thy bosom the cloud-shadows sail, 

And the silver-winged sea fowl on high, 

Like meteors bespangle the sky, 

Or dive in the gull, or triumphantly ride, 

Like foam on the surges, the swans of the tide ! 

769 Montgomery : The Ocean. 


QUOTATIONS. 


103 


How often have I not heard the swell 
Of ocean on the farther shore ! 

Heard Skellig-Michael’s holy bell, 

Or Ciena’s warning oft Glendore. 

770 McGee: Dream Journeys. 

But hold ! when thy surges 
No longer shall roll, 

And that firmament’s length 
Is drawn back like a scroll, 

Then — then shall the spirit, 

That sighs by thee now, 

Be more mighty, more lasting, 

More chainless than thou. 

771 John A. Shea: The Ocean. 

OPINION: 

Power’s footstool is opinion, and his throne the human heart. 

772 Sir Auhrey De Vere: Sonnet: 

The True Base of Power. 

To deliver an opinion is the right of all men. 

773 Edmund Burke: Duties Of A Representative. 

We’re one at heart, if you be Ireland’s friend 
Though leagues asunder our opinions tend. 

774 William Allingham: Poems. 

In two opposite opinions, if one be perfectly reasonable the 
other can’t be perfectly right. 

775 Goldsmith: Good Matured Man. Act IV. 

OPPORTUNITY: 

The doors of opportunity turn sometimes on very small hinges, 
and open to a very light touch. 

776 Katherine E. Conway: 

In Making Friends and Keeping Them. 

ORDER: 

Duty begins at home. Give your own business the time it 
needs; give your own family their due before you go 
bracing up the enterprises of your friends or shining as a 
public benefactor. 

777 Katherine E. Conway: 

In Making Friends and Keeping Them. 

PARTING: 

To think that from Erin and thee I must part ! 

It may be for years, and it may be forever ! 

Then why art thou silent thou voice of my heart? 

778 Mrs. Julia Crawford: Kathleen Mavourneen. 


104 


QUOTATIONS. 


PAST: 

Oh ! the swallow may come from her southern home, 

The spendthrift regain his gold 

The church bells ring, and the cloister sing 

Again as they did of old ; 

But the hopes of youth and its trusting truth, 

And the bright sunny laughter gleams, 

Once past and o’er, can return no more, 

Except in the land of dreams. 

779 Lady Wild (Speranza) : The Past. 

The past is o’er, and ne’er can be 
The same again, whate’er betide. 

780 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Sighs. 

Lost science, unknown armor, massive piles, 

In which the dwarfish present stands aghast — 

Ruins of cities spread o’er mournful miles 
Tell of the heirless races of the past. 

781 McGee: Address to Milesius. 

There’s a charm in the past which the present ne’er knows, 
For the present too plainly each fault can disclose, 

While the past through the haze of affection is seen, 

And mem’ry holds but the joys that have been 
That the twilight of mem’ry will linger so long — 

Like the soul-touching strain of some favorite song, 

Or like soft clouds of evening, that ling’ring, invite 
The glow of the sunset ere day fades to night — 

Oh, as long as a pulse of the fond heart may last, 

There’s a charm in the past. 

782 Lover: There's a Charm In The Past. 

PASSION: 

In a moment of passion fortune may be despised ; but it ever 
produces a last repentance. 

783 Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer. 
PATIENCE : 

Patience watching on the weedy shore, 

And mutely waiting till the storm be o’er 
Oft turns to hope who still directs her eye 
To some blue spot just breaking in the sky. 

784 Moore: The Skeptic. 

The smallest stone in Patience’s sling 
Can kill the greatest giant. 

785 Mary Elizabeth Blake: David and Goliath. 


QUOTATIONS. 


105 


PATRIOT: 

Far dearer the grave or the prison, 

Illumined by one patriot name, 

Than the trophies of all, who have risen 
On Liberty’s ruins to fame. 

786 Moore: Forget Not The Field. 

But whether on the scaffold high 
Or in battle’s van, 

The fittest place for man to die 
Is where he dies for man. 

787 Michael Joseph Barry: On Robert Emmet. 

Hail ! all hail ! the Patriot’s grave, 

Valor’s venerable bed ! 

Hail the memory of the brave, 

Hail the spirit of the dead ! 

788 Montgomery : The Wanderer of Switz. 

Not silenced all, their eloquent dust entombed, 

Lifts secret voice that wields a potent sway ; 

And, though beyond the portals of the clay 

Loom high their shades as once their courage loomed, 

Thence from exalted seats, they still inspire 
In mystic tones like permeating fire. 

789 Richard O'Malley: Memorial Day. 

Patriotism is purer among the industrial orders because less 
modified by mercenary motives and less liable to corrput 
ing influences. 

790 Michael Davitt: Leaves From A Prison Diary. 

Through the ages humanity has burnt the incense of admir- 
ation and reverence at the shrines of patriotism. 

791 Archbishop Ireland: On Patriotism. 

PEACE: 

Ay, blest is he whose calm of life 
Portends disquiet never ; 

But surer he, who braves the strife 
That holds a peace forever ! 

792 Roicland B. Mahany: The Choice. 

Sleep is sweet when you are at peace with all. 

793 Archbishop Kean: Right Living. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d 
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near ; 

And I said “if there’s peace to be found in the world, 

A heart that was humble might hope from it here.” 

794 Moore: Ballad Stanzas. 

Oh ! sweet the earliest glimpse of light, 

To those who track a stormy ocean, 

But sweeter far the dawning bright 
Of peace on terror’s wild emotion. 

795 Gerald Griffin : Matt Hyland, Part V. 

I see an envied haunt of peace, 

Calm and untouched ; remote from roar, 

Where wearied men may from their burdens cease 
On a still shore. 

796 Emily Lawless: A Retort . 

Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest 
In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best, 

Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, 
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. 

797 Moore: Meeting of the Waters. 

The superior power may offer peace with honor and safety. 

798 Edmund Burke: On Concil. With Amer. 

Peace hath her victories no less than war. 

799 McGee: Peace Hath Her Victories. 

Peace sits on the summit of liberty’s altar. 

800 McGee: Harvest Hymn. 

Lovely lasting peace of mind 
Sweet delight of human kind ! 

Heavenly born and bred on high, 

To crown the favorites of the sky 
With more of happiness below 
Than victors in a triumph know ! 

801 Thomas Parnell: A Hymn to Contentment. 

Peace implies reconciliation and where there has been a ma- 
terial dispute, reconciliation does in a manner always im- 
ply concession on the one part or on the other. 

802 Edmund Burke: On Concil. With Amer. Col. 

Let not the summit peak of distant glory 
Shut out the peace that reigns within the plain ; 

Better the flowers that bloom within the valley 
Than tempting heights lit up with arid gain. 

803 Thomas O' Hag an: In Lovely Valley: 

In Songs of The Settlement. 


QUOTATIONS . 


107 


The gentle sound of dropping leaves 
Is soothing as a psalm, 

As down I stray through pleasant fields 
Replete with autumn balm. 

The fine perspective, blue with haze, 

As soft as silken fleece, 

Seen through the rainbow-tinted trees, 

Is full of golden peace. 

804 Eleanor C. Donnelly: Saint Martin's Summer. 

Lovely, lasting peace appear ; 

This world itself, if thou art here 
Is once again with Eden blest, 

And man contains it in his breast. 

805 Thomas Parnell: Hymn to Contentment. 

Each thing that lives may live in peace — 

The browsing beast and bird of air ; 

No tortures are trained for these, 

While man’s life is a long despair. 

806 McGee: Song of the Surplus. 

PEASANTRY: 

111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 

Where wealth accumulates and men decay : 

Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, 

A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; 

But a bold peasantry, their country’s pride, 

When once destroy’d, can never be supplied. 

807 Goldsmith: Deserted Village. 

PENITENCE: 

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence! 

In whose benign, redeeming flow 
Is felt the first, the only sense 
Of guiltless joy, that guilt can know. 

808 Moore: Lalla Rookh: Paradise and the Peri. 

PENITENCE— PLEASURE : 

The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves 
Is cold, is faint to those that swell 
The heart where pure repentance grieves 
O’er hours of pleasure, loved too well. 

809 Moore: Go Let Me Weep. 


108 


QUOTATIONS. 


PEN— VOICE: 

The orator’s voice is a mighty power, 

As it echoes from shore to shore, 

And the fearless pen has more sway o’er men 
Than the murderous cannon’s roar ! 

What burst the chain far o’er the main, 

And brighten’d the captive’s den? 

’Twas the fearless pen and the voice of power. 

Hurrah ! for the Voice and Pen. 

810 Dennis Florence McCarthy: The Voice and Pen. 

PERFECTION: 

We approach perfection in proportion as the divine love anni- 
mates and rules us. 

811 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Man. 

PERSEVERENCE: 

When the equinoctial blast 
Tears the canvas from the mast 
Does the sailor stand aghast 
To complain? 

Nay ; rather through the storm 
You can mark his manly form — 

Try again. 

812 McGee: Try Again. 

The world is full of noble tasks 
And wreaths hard won : 

Each work demands strong hearts, strong hands, 

Till day is done. 

813 Aubrey De Vere: Song. 

PHILOSOPHY: 

The best philosophy is that 
Which girds us up with resolution 
To meet what seems as unavoidable 
As though we were prepared for death. 

814 Savage: Sybil, Act III, Scene 2. 

High philosophy 

With its fine influence, has fled his nation ; 

And all the mastry of mind is lost. 

815 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act V, Scene 2. 

Philosophy results from the limited nature of man’s intelli- 
gence. 

816 Patrick F. Mull any (Azarias) : Essays Philosophical. 


QUOTATIONS. 


109 


PITY: 

Oh ! pity, but condemn not, those that fall — 

Life’s path is slippery, and the way is drear ! 

817 Hogan : The Outcast. 

Whenever you find a little interested bustling bigot, do not 
hate him, do not imitate him ; pity him if you can. 

818 John Philpot Curran: In Speech at 

Newry Election , 1812. 

Taught by that power that pities me, 

I learn to pity them. 

819 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

“Poor race of men !” said the pitying spirit, 

“Dearly ye paid for your primal fall.” 

820 Moore: Lalla Rookh. 

POET: 

The poet does not dream — he lives with God, 

Who is the essence of all right and beauty. 

821 Savage: Flowers on My Desk. 

O poet soul ! companionless and sad, 

Though half the daytime long a death-like shade 
Athwart thy steps with constant harrow lies, 

Thou art not ever in dejection clad, 

But showest still, as in a glass displayed, 

The limitless, unfathomable skies. 

822 George Arthur Green: Art's Laugh. 

The poet may not follow others’ lead 

And lightly write what some may lightly read. 

823 Denis A. McCarthy: The Poet: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 
The poet’s recompense is in being a poet ! 

The most earth can do is not to let him starve. 

824 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 

The Priest of Beauty, the Annointed One, 

Through the wide world passes the poet on. 

All that is noble by his word is crown’d, 

But on his brow th’ Acanthus wreath is bound. 

Eternal temples rise beneath his hand. 

While his own griefs are written in the sand; 

He plants the blooming gardens, trails the vine — 

But others wear the flowers, drink the wine ; 

He plunges in the depth of life to seek 

Rich joys for other hearts — his own may break. 

Like the poor diver beneath Indian skies, 

He flings the pearl upon the shore — and dies. 

825 Lady Wild ( S'peranza ) : The Poet's Destiny. 


110 


QUOTATIONS. 


The poet looks with unsealed eyes 
Upon the ever-changing skies ; 

The vale and mountain, plain and brook 
He reads like pages of a book. 


826 


Henry Coyle: The Poet's Gift. 


I said he was a poet, yet don’t mean 

He put his deep thoughts into verse or rhyme, 

Or decked the songs from nature he did glean 
In jingling trappings and in measured time — 

Barren were words t’ express their vast intent, 

So, locked within him, to the tomb he went. 

827 Seumas MacManus: A Grave. 

This the most gifted poet that ever breathed a word ; 

And never earth’s philosopher traced with his golden pen, 

On the deathless page, truth half so sage as he who wrote 
down for men. 

828 Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander: The Burial of Moses. 

The gods are gone, but the poets never die. 

829 M. F. Egan: Theocritus. 

The truest poet is not one 
Whose golden fancies fuse and run 
To molded phrases, crusted o’er 
With flashing gems of metaphor ; 

Whose art, responsive to his will, 

Makes voluble the thoughts that fill 
The cultured windings of his brain, 

Yet takes no sounding of the pain, 

The joy, the yearnings of the heart 
Untrammeled by the bonds of art. 

O poet truer far than he 
Is such a one as you may be, 

When in the quiet night you keep 
Mute vigil on the marge of sleep. 

830 T. A. Daley: The Poet: 


Catholic Standard and Times. 


The poet makes no hidden store, 

But shares his wealth with all mankind. 


831 


Lover: The Poet's Home. 


God makes a poet ; touches soul and sight, 

And lips and heart, and sends him forth to sing ; 
His fellows hearing, own the true birthright, 
And crown him daily with the love they bring. 


832 


John Boyle O'Reilly: Poet and Lord. 


QUOTATIONS. 


Ill 


Poets are strange — not always understood 
By many is their gift, 

Which is for evil or for mighty good — 

To lower or to lift. 

833 Father Ryan: Poets. 

The poet’s heart encompasses the world, 

And throbs great futures into fancied life. 

834 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 

The poet sees the tragedy that lies 
Concealed within the heart from other eyes. 

835 Denis A. McCarthy: The Poet: 

In A Round of Rhymes. 

The king can but one nation sway — 

The poet’s rule is o’er the world. 

836 Lover: The Poet’s Home. 

The poet is great nature’s own high priest, 

Ordained from very birth 

To keep for hearts an everlasting feast — 

To bless or curse the earth. 

837 Father Ryan: Poets. 

Poets should not reason : 

Let them sing ! 

Argument is treason — 

Bells should ring. 

838 John Boyle O’Reilly: The Useless Ones. 

You who would dull the poet’s fire, 

With learning of the schools, 

Gay fancy’s feet with fetters tire, 

And give to genius rules, 

Had bounteous Nature’s council hung, 

Upon your will severe, 

Tom Moore had ne’er green Erin sung, 

Nor Burns the banks of Ayr. 

839 Gerald Griffin: The Merriest Bird , Etc. 
POETRY: 

But even the silvery utterances of verse w r ould fail to give full 
expression to the golden thought of poetry. 

840 Archbishop Keane: Art. 

True poetry, is truthful thought made plain ; 

Deep love of nature, man, God ! that brings 
To each heart’s empire, humbly, howsoe’r, 

The greatest good, and lifts its feelings up 
To man and God with pure dependent faith ! 

841 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Poems, like pictures, are of different sorts, 

Some better at a distance, others near ; 

Some love the dark, some choose the clearest light, 

And boldly challenge the most piercing eye ; 

Some please for once, some will forever please. 

842 Wenticorth Dillon ( Roscommon ): 

Art of Poetry. 

POPULATION: 

I was ever of opinion that the honest man who married and 
brought up a large family, did more service than he who 
continued single and talked of population. 

843 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

POLICY: 

Refined policy ever has been the parent of confusion, and ever 
will be so, as long as the world endures. 

844 Edmund Burke: On Concil. With Amer. Col. 

POVERTY: 

They who would know the miseries of the poor must see life 
and endure it. 

845 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

Poverty is a great feeder of enthusiasm. 

846 Aubrey Be Vere: English Misrule and 

Irish Misdeeds. 


POWER: 

Power and authority are sometimes bought by kindness, but 
they can never be begged as alms by an impoverished and 
defeated violence. 

847 Edmund Burke: Speech On Concil. With Amer. 

What trains of real wretchedness await 
The dream of power and emptiness of state. 

848 Henry Brooke: Gone to Death. 

Three powers there are, that dominate the world — 

Fraud, Force and Right — and two oppress the one : 

The bolts of Fraud and Force like twins are hurled — 

Against them ever standeth Right alone. 

849 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Patriot's Grave. 

To suppose for power is an absurdity in ideas. 

850 Edmund Burke: Trail of Warren Hastings. 


QUOTATIONS. 


113 


O people ! so richly endowed with all 
The splendors of spirit-power, 

With the poet’s gift and the minstrel-soul, 

And the orator’s glorious dower ; 

Are hearts not among us, or lips to vow, 

With patriot fervor breathing. 

To crown with their lustre no alien brow 
While the thorn our own is wearing? 

851 Lady Wild (Speranza) : The New Path. 

PRAISE: 

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came, 

And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame. 

852 Goldsmith: Retaliation. 

For every silly head by plaudits turned 

There pine a hundred hearts for praise well-earned. 

853 Arthur Barry O'Neill, C. 8. C.: The Duty of 

Praise: In Between Whiles. 


Could we with understanding gaze, 

But calmly view this transient being, 

Our souls would shun the sound of praise, 

As from the hiss of serpent’s fleeing. 

854 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland, Part IV. 

PRAYER: 

Prayers pierce Heaven’s wall ; 

The humblest soul on earth, when mindful of 
Christ’s promise, is the greatest conqueror. 

855 M. F. Egan: We Conquer God. 

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed; 

The motion of a hidden fire, 

That trembles in the breast : 

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh 
The falling of a tear ; 

The upward glancing of the eye, 

When but God is near. 

856 Montgomery : Praying Always. 

A faithful prayer ! O prayer of faith, 

Prayed in the abbey cloisters long ago : 

O Lord ! a cripple let me still remain, 

But grant me grace thy saving truths to know ! 

857 Anna T. Sadlier: The Monk's Prayer. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


His pure thoughts were born 
Like fumes of sacred incense o’er the clouds, 

And wafted thence on angels’ wings, through ways 
Of light, to the bright source of all. 

858 Congrieve: Mourning Bride, Act III, Sec. 3. 

Take heart-wrung music chastened with strict rules 
Of greatest masters: and in all thy ways 
Find things that make men only pleasures’ fools. 

Take these ; beside them lay one heart-felt prayer ; 

Take these ; beside them lay one little deed — 

One simple act done for the great Christ-Heart — 

And all earth’s fairest toys like graspless air 
To it will be. 

859 M. F. Eagan: A Question. 


Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath, 

The Christian’s native air ; 

His watchword at the gate of death, 

He enters heaven with prayer. 

860 Montgomery : What is Prayer f 

Millions of voices rise, yet my weak tone 
Is heard by Him who is the Light, the Way, 

All Life, all Truth, the centre of Love’s ray; 

Clamor, O Earth, the Great God hears my moan. 

861 M. F. Egan : We Conquer God. 


If soul so high and pure can still have need 
Of earthly prayers, O God, for him I plead, 

Though tears of love and grateful gladness start 
As I recall his noble, manly heart. 

862 Rev. Matthew Russell, S. J.: 

In A Soggarth's Last Verses. 


PRESS: 


When the press is free and discussion unrestrained, the mind, 
by the collision of intercourse gets rid of its own asperi- 
tites. 

863 John Philpot Curran: Liberty of the Press. 


For all time to come, the freedom and purity of the press are 
the test of national virtue and independence. 

864 John Boyle O'Reilly: From Speeches. 


PRETENTIONS: 

Who can direct when all pretend to know? 

865 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 


QUOTATIONS . 


115 


PRIDE: 

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, 

I see the lords of human kind pass by. 

866 Goldsmith: Ibid. 

Pride is that bad self-esteem which ignores dependence on 
God. 

867 Archbishop Keane : The Ideal Man. 

Alas, I said to myself, how does pride attend the puny child 
of dust even to the grave. 

868 Goldsmith: The Gentleman In Black. 

Pride, of all others the most dangerous fault, 

Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. 

The men who labor and digest things most, 

Will be much apter to despond than boast. 

869 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ): 

Essay on Translated Verse. 

Many a pearl in the dust is cast, 

And spurned by the foot of ruffian pride ; 

Many a piece of dross for gold has passed, 

While the pure ore is basely flung aside. 

870 Hogan: The Outcast. 

Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, 

To boast a splendid banquet once a year. 

871 Goldsmith: The Traveler. 

Puffed up with pride and insolence, 

Without a grain of common sense. 

See with what consequence he stalks, 

With what pomposity he talks. 

872 Dean Swift: The Upstart. 

PRIZE: 

The value of an earthly prize we may have won is enhanced in 
proportion to the efforts we have made in securing it and 
the sacrifice it has cost us. 

873 Cardinal Gibbons: In Discourses and Sermons. 

PROGRESS: 

The best things are ahead ; push on toward them. 

874 Archbishop Keane: On Progress. 

Sweetly and sagely 

In order grave the Maker of all worlds 
Still modulates the rhythm of human progress ; 

875 Aubrey De Vere: The Death of Copernicus. 


116 


QUOTATIONS. 


PROMPTNESS: 

The work that should today be wrought, 

Defer not till tomorrow ; 

The help that should within be sought, 

Scorn from without to borrow. 

Old maxims these — yet stout and true — 

They speak in trumpet tone, 

To do at once what is to do, 

And trust ourselves alone. 

876 John O' Hagan : Ourselves Alone. 
PRUDENCE: 

The opinion a man forms of his own prudence is measured 
by that of the company he keeps. 

877 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

PURITY: 

Make thou the bosom, pure before, 

Through grief more solid-pure to grow ; 

The lily vase that shook of yore 
Make thou the lily filled with snow. 

878 Aubrey De Vere: When Thou Hast Set My 

Heart At Liberty. 

Like art thou to a flower, 

So sweet and pure and fair ; 

I gaze on thee and sadness 
Steals o’er me unaware. 

879 Rowland B. Mahany: Like Art. 

RAIN: 

Only the moan and stir 

Of little hands in the boughs I hear, 

Beckoning the rain to come 

Out of the evening, out of the gloom. 

880 Katherine Tynon Hinkson: Drought. 

Raining in the springtime ! 

But we always know 
That the sun will shine again 
In a day or so. 

Though the eaves may drip and drip, 

Skies be overcast, 

In our hearts we feel and say 
“Tis not long to last.” 

881 Denis A. McCarthy : The Autumn Rain. 


QUOTATIONS. 


117 


RAPTURE: 

I see so much I fear to trust my vision, 

I hear so much I doubt my mortal ear, 

I feel so much, my soul in strong submission 
Bends in a silent, death-like rapture here. 

882 Savage: Niagara Falls. 

READING: 

The person who can “read anything” is as little to be admired 
as one who can “eat anything,” and who makes it evident 
that quantity is always to be considered before quality. 

883 Katherine E. Conway: In the Christian 

Gentlewoman and the Social Apostolate. 

Reading to consume time is an honest but weak employment. 

884 Thomas Davis: Lit. and Hist. Essays. 

REASON: 

Let us from shadowy griefs arise, 

Admit the sun — employ the season — 

Now and forever let r s be wise, 

And leal to God, and led by reason. 

885 McGee: Another Year. 

Thought 

Precedes the will to think, and error lives 
Ere reason can be born. Reason, the power 
To guess at right and wrong, the twinkling lamp 
Of wand’ring life, that winks and wakes by turns 
Fooling the follower ’twixt shade and shining. 

886 Congreve: Mourning Bride, Act III, Scene 1. 

Reason lifts her fair face so high toward the scource of light 
that its radiance illumines her and makes her surpass- 
ingly beautiful. 

887 Archbishop Keane: Religion. 

Reason ! who shall say what spells renew 
When least we look for it, thy broken clew ! 

Thro’ what small vista o’er the darkened brain 
Thy intellectual day-dream bursts again; 

And how like forts to which beleaguers win 
Unhoped for entrance, thro’ some friend within ; 

One clear idea wakened in the breast 
By memory’s magic lets in all the rest. 

888 Moore: Lalla Rookh: Veiled Prophet. 

The heart forms a code of reasoning for itself. 

889 Anna T. Sadlier: In Ethel Hamilton. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


’Tis idle ! we exhaust and squander 
The glittering mine of thought in vain ; 

All baffled reason cannot wander 
Beyond her chain. 

890 Mangan: The One Mystery. 

Show the thing you contend for to be reason ; show it to be 
common sense ; show it to be the means of attaining some 
useful end ; and then I am content to allow it what dig- 
nity you please. 

891 Edmund Burke: On American Taxation. 

REBELLION: 

Rebellion ! foul dishonoring word, 

Whose wrongful blight so oft has stained 
The holiest cause that tongue or sword 
Or mortal never lost or gained. 

892 Moore: Lalla Rookh: Fire Worshippers. 

Amid an ordered universe 
Man’s spirit only dares rebel. 

893 Aubrey De Vere: Festum Nativitatis 

RELIGION: 

Religion had its origin in filial dutifulness and affection and 
sorrow for evil doing. 

894 Archbishop Keane: On Religion. 

Religion does what philosophy could never do; it shows the 
equal dealings of Heaven to the happy and the unhappy 
and levels all the human enjoyments to nearly the same 
standard. 

895 Goldsmith: The Vicar of Wakefield. 

Let sweet religion meet each dubious guess, 

God still severely tries the hearts He means to bless. 

896 Gerald Griffin: Shaind Castle. 

The Christian religion gave not only light to man’s intellect, 
but peace also to his heart. It brought him that peace of 
God which surpasseth all understanding, and which 
springs from the conscious possession of the truth. 

897 Cardinal Gibbons: From Discourses and Sermons. 

The religious sentiment of the nation is the reflex of the faith 
of the units that compose it. 

898 Cardinal Gibbons: In the Ambassador of Christ. 


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The Christian religion proclaims doctrines which satisfy the 
highest aspirations of the human intellect and gratify the 
legitimate cravings of the human heart. It solves those 
problems which baffle the researches of the most pro- 
found philosophers of pagan antiquity, and which bewilder 
the investigations of the thinkers of our day who are not 
guided by the light of revelation. 

899 Cardinal Gibbons: In Discourses and Sermons. 

Religion without fixed belief is sentimental, emotional and 
vapory ; it evaporates at the first breeze of temptation. 

900 Cardinal Gibbons: In Our Christian Heritage. 

The monarch’s crown, the conqueror’s arms, 

The poet’s artful strains enchanting, 

The sage’s love, the maiden's charms, 

Are shorn of praise where thou art wanting. 

901 Gerald Griffin: Matt Hyland, Part 3. 

Our need of God utters itself in every upward aspiration. 
This is religion, the linking of the creature with the 
Creator. 

902 Archbishop Keane: On Religion. 

A right conception of God brings with it a right conception of 
Religion. Religion stands forth in its true light as the 
outcome of the infinite love of God meeting the finite love 
of man. 

903 Archbishop Keane: On Religion. 

REMEMBRANCE: 

Go where glory waits thee ; 

But while fame elates thee, 

O, still remember me. 

When the praise thou meetest 
To thine ear is sweetest 
Oh ! then remember me. 

904 Moore: Go Where Glory Waits Thee. 

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, 

Swells at my breast and turns the past to pain. 

905 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 

RESIGNATION: 

Sweet the hour of tribulation 
When the heart can freely sigh, 

And the tear of resignation 
Twinkles in the mournful eye. 

906 


Montgomery : Joy of Grief. 


120 


QUOTATIONS. 


Happy in death are they only whose hearts have consigned 
All earth’s affections and longings and cares to the wind. 

907 Mangan: Gone In The Wind. 

RESOLUTIONS: 

Resolutions are well kept when they jump wdth the incli- 
nation. 

908 Goldsmith: The Good Matured Man, Act V. 
REST: 

Calm’s finger resteth on the air, 

Peace dwelleth on the waters there, 

And rest abideth everywhere. 

909 James Nicoll Johnston: Rest: In Donegal Memories. 

There’s many a rock beneath the sea, 

That swells and foams its seething breast, 

And faroff islets, fair to see, 

Give promise of a longed for rest. 

910 Rev. Patrick Cronin: In Buffalo Cath. U. and T. 

REWARD: 

Common rewards may be of gold or jewels. But the highest 
prizes, like the highest services, cannot be measured ; we 
can only express them in symbols. 

911 John Boyle O'Reilly: Citizen Soldier. 

RIGHT: 

By the right divine of the fittest, we shall have the reign of 
men. 

912 McGee: Gathering of Nations. 

When falls the cause of right 
The poet grasps his pen, 

And in gleaming letters of living light 
Transmits the truth to men. 

913 Father Ryan: Sentinal Songs. 

He on whom the light divine 
Is lavished, bears the sacred sign, 

And men draw nigh in field or mart 
To hear the wisdom of his heart. 

For he is calm and clear of face, 

And unperplexed he runs his race, 

Because his mind is always bent 
On Right, regardless of event. 

914 Whitley Stokes: Man Octipartite. 


QUOTATIONS. 


121 


Conscript fathers ! 

I do not rise to waste the night in words ; 

Let that plebean talk ; ’tis not my trade ; 

But here I stand for right. 

915 George Croly: From Gataline. 

Nothing survives save Right — working, nor throne ; 

That nation, howsoe’er its stronghold stand, 

Which hath not Right for its foundation stone 
Is like a house that’s built upon the sand. 

916 Denis A. McCarthy: The Memory of Emmet: 

In A Round of Rhymes. 

We should have our standards of right and wrong so firmly 
fixed that no human defection could shake them. 

917 Kathernie E. Conway: Ideals and Their 

Responsibilities: In Bettering Ourselves. 

Our stream’s not so wide but two arches may span it — 

Good neighbor and citizen ; these for a code, 

And this truth is slight, every man on the planet 
Has just as much right as yourself to the road. 

918 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules On the Road. 


RIVER: 

Fed with a thousand invisible rills, 

Girded round with the awe of the hills, 

High in the mountain you spring to the light, 

Pure as the dawn from the dark ring of night. 

919 Rose Kavanaugh: The Northern Blackwater. 

O could I flow like thee, arid make thy stream 
My great example as it is my theme ! 

Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull, 

Strong without rage, without overflowing full. 

920 Sir Johin Denham: Cooper's Hall. 

Its mystic Song, 

As it flows along, 

Is like a whispered psalm ; 

From the troubled soul 
It dispells all dole, 

Like a breath of sweetest balm. 

921 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Sighs. 


122 


QUOTATIONS. 


On thy bosom deep and wide, 

Noble river, lordly river, 

Royal navies safe might ride, 

Green Erin’s lovely river ! 

Proud upon thy banks to dwell, 

Let me ring ambition’s knell, 

Lured by hope’s illusive spell, 

Again to wander never. 

Hail our own romantic stream, 

Flowing ever, flowing ever, 

Silent in the morning beam, 

Our own majestic river ! 

922 Gerald Griffin: ’ Tis the Shannon's Stream. 

Down a broader deeper river — 

One whose wavelets we can never 
Sail but once — for never backward 
O’er its surface may we go — 

Do we float, perhaps unshrinking, 

Often heedless and unthinking, 

Where the boundless, endless ocean 
Of eternity doth flow. 

923 Mary A. Ford (Una) : Drifting Down the River. 

ROSE: 

The summer rose the sun has flushed with crimson, may be 
sweet ; 

’Tis sweeter when its leaves are crushed 
Beneath the winds and tempests feet. 

924 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

Thou last pale promise of the waning year. 

Poor sickly rose! 

925 Montgomery : The Wild Rose. 

’Tis the last rose of summer 
Left blooming alone ; 

All her lovely companions 
Are faded and gone ; 

No flower of her kindred, 

No rose bud is nigh, 

To reflect back her blushes, 

Or give sigh for sigh. 

926 Moore: The Last Rose of Summer. 

The rose that waves upon the tree, 

In life sheds perfume all around; 

More sweet the perfume floats to me 
Of Roses trampled on the ground. 

927 


Father Ryan: A Thought. 


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123 


Other flowers, in beauty, fleetness, 

Court the sense and bloom as fair, 

But the sting beneath the sweetness 
Makes us touch the rose with care. 

928 Lover: Flower of Natchez. 

O Rose, more white than snow-wreath in December ! 

O Rose, more red than sunset’s dying ember, 

My sins forget, my penitence remember, 

O mystic Rose ! 

929 Denis A. McCarthy: Rosa Mystica: 

In A Round Of Rhymes. 

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, 

But the scent of the roses will hang ’round it still. 

930 Moore: Farewell! But Whenever , Etc. 

Rose ! thou art the sweetest flower 
That ever drank the amber shower ; 

Rose ! thou art the fondest child 
Of dimpled spring the wood-nymph wild ! 

E’en the gods, who walk the sky, 

Are amorous of thy scented sigh; 

Cupid, too, in Paphian shades, 

His hair with rosy fillet braids. 

931 Moore: Odes of Anacreon. 

SACRIFICE: 

There is no seed so infallible and so fruitful as the seed of 
human sacrifice. 

932 John Boyle O'Reilly: From Speeches. 
SADNESS: 

Unto the deep the deep heart goes, 

It lays its sadness nigh the breast : 

Only the mighty Mother knows 
The wounds that quiver unconfessed. 

933 George W. Russell: The Place of Rest. 

SAGE: 

Amid the noblest of the land we lay the sage to rest, 

And give the bard an honored place, with costly marble dress. 

934 Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander: 

The Burial of Moses. 


124 


QUOTATIONS. 


This was the truest warrior that ever buckled sword ; 

This the most gifted poet that ever breathed a word ; 

And never earth’s philosopher traced with his golden pen, 

On the deathless page, truth half so sage as he who wrote 
down for men. 

935 Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander : Ibid. 
SARCASM: 

Your sarcasm is winning in its fancy 
And only proves how prone you poets are 
To make mankind your debtors. 

936 Savage: Dreaming By Moonlight. 

SCANDAL: 

Oh ! when did rumor ever fail 
To propogate an ugly tale ! 

937 Samuel Lover: Falcon Leigh. 
SAINT: 

Many a one in heaven takes dinner, 

Who died a saint and lived a sinner ! 

’Twer better far, and safer surely, 

To live a saint and die one purely. 

938 Michael Hogan: In Lays and Legends of Thomond. 

SCIENCE: 

That science — slave of sense — which claims 
No commerce with the sky, 

Is baser thrice than that which aims 
With waxen wings to fly. 

939 Aubrey De Fere: The Golden Mean. 

SCULPTOR: 

Time passed along in honest toil, the world was loud in praise, 
And fame her choicest smiles bestowed to bless the sculptor’s 
days. 

940 Mary A. Ford (Una): The Sculptor. 

Never did his chisel trace a base ignoble line. 

941 Mary A. Ford (Una) : Ibid. 


SEA: 

The sea moans on the strand, 

Moans over shingle and shell. 

A moaning sea ! what sorrowful story 
Do thy wild waves tell ? 

942 John Todhunter: The Waves' Legend , etc. 


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And he listed the note that lingers 
In eternal monotone, 

When the sea with his strong white fingers 
Beats on the keys of stone. 


943 


James Jeffrey Roche: The Sony of the Sea. 


Like the sea, my spirit hath its ebb and flow 

In unison, and the tides of the sea 

Ever reflect the ceaseless tides of thought in me. 


944 


Father Ryan: Sea Reverie. 


When o’er the silent seas alone, 

For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone, 
Oh they who’ve felt it know how sw^eet, 
Some sunny morn a sail to meet. 


945 


Moore: The Meeting of the Ships. 


SELF: 


Self is the medium thro’ which judgment’s ray 
Can seldom pass without being turned astray. 


946 


Moore: The Sceptic. 


SELF-DENIAL: 

Some think we’re surrounded by mystical powers, 

That work into shape the wild dreams of lone hours, 

And ’twould seem that such spirits were willing to test 
The forces of evil and good in the breast 
Of the deep-loving dreamer — soon doomed to a trial 
For mortals the hardest of all — self-denial. 

947 Lover: The Fisherman. 

SELF-RELIANCE: 

Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; 

Teach him that states, of native strength possessed, 

Though very poor, may still be very blest ; 

That trade’s proud empires, haste to swift decay, 

As ocean sweeps the labor’d mole away ; 

While self-dependent powder can time defy, 

As rocks resist the billows and the sky. 

948 Goldsmith: Deserted Village. 

Face not your foe with bosom bare, 

Nor hide your chains in pleasures garlands, 

The wise man arms to combat wrong, 

The brave man clears a den of lions, 

The true man spurns the Helot’s song ; 

The freeman’s friend is self-reliance! 

949 Thomas Davis: Self-Reliance. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


SELF- JUDGMENT : 

Try if yourselves need no repentance, 

Before you pass the bitter sentence ! 

And ere you judge your brother, first 
Remember that yourselves are dust ! 

But if your conscience tell you then 
That your own heart is free from sin — 

Cry, with the Pharisee, “Thank God! 

I am not like that wicked clod.” 

950 Michael Hogan: In Lays and Legends of Thomond. 

SELFISHNESS: 

In all distresses of our friends 
We first consult our private ends ; 

While nature, kindly bent to ease us, 

Points out some circumstance to please us. 

951 Dean Swift: On Death of Dr. Swift. 

SHADOWS : 

Strange shadows of old times about me flit 
As sinks the midnight lamp or flickers higher. 

952 Aubrey De Vere: To His Father's Memory. 

There never was a streamlet, however crystal clear, 

Without a shadow resting in the ripples of its tide ; 

Hope’s brightest robes are ’broidered with the sable fringe of 
fear, 

And she lures us, but abysses girt her path on either side. 

953 Father Ryan: A Thought. 

Shadows we are that out of shadows glide 
Into the shadows present and to come ; 

Yea, with dim shadowy yearnings that abide 
We conjure hopes that fleet with voices dumb. 

954 Rowland B. Mahany: On A Photograph. 

SHAMROCK: 

In the folds of my heart is the shamrock — there 
It grows in my love, wide-spreading, fair 
And a thousand times dearer than rose or sedge, 

Tall-flowering, by the gray sea’s edge. 

955 Mrs. Seumas MacManus ( Ethna Carbery) : 

The Shamrock. 


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127 


A shamrock from the sun-loved vale 
Wherein my youth was spent ; 

A shamrock kissed by ev’ry gale 
And sweet with springtime’s scent; 

A shamrock that at vesper bell 
Has drank of dew-drops pure ; 

A shamrock that the heart can tell 
Grew green beside the Suir ! 

956 Denis A. McCarthy: A Shamrock From The Suir. 

There r s a dear little plant grows in our isle, 

’Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it ; 

And the sun on his labor, with pleasure did smile, 

And with dew from his eye often wet it. 

It shines thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake and the mireland, 

And he called it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland. 

The dear little shamrock, the sweet little shamrock 
The dear little, sweet little shamrock of Ireland. 

957 Andrew Cherry: The Dear Little Shamrock. 

Methought I saw her beautious stand 
Where day beams darken down the west ; 

A golden harp was in her hand, 

The sun-burst sparkled on her breast, 

And round about her shining hair, 

Was twined a wreath of shamrock fair. 

958 Eleanor Donnelly: The Maid of Erin. 

Under the shamrocks let me lie, 

Where noontide sunbeams never come, 

Where gentle winds at eve shall sigh, 

Near let the throstle build its home. 

959 M. F. Sheehan: From Smiles and Tears. 

When April rain makes flowers bloom 
And Johny-jump-ups come to light, 

And clouds of color and perfume 
Float from the orchards pink and white, 

I see my shamrock in the rain, 

An emerald spray with raindrops set, 

Like jewels on Spring’s coronet, 

So fair, and yet it breaths of pain. 

960 M. F. Egan: In Songs and Sonnets. 


SHIP: 

Through foam and spray, a league away 
The anchor stout he bore ; 

Till, safe at last, he made it fast 
And warped the ship ashore. 

961 James Jeffrey Roche: A Sailor’s Yam 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Bless my good ship, protecting power of grace ! 

And o’er the winds, the waves, the destined coast, 

Breathe, benign spirit ! let thy radiant host 
Spread their angelic shields. 

962 Charlotte Brook: Trans , Ode. 

Yon bark o’er the waters, how swiftly it glides ! 

My thoughts cannot guess to what haven it rides. 

963 Ellen M. P. Downing: Talk by the Blackwater. 

Let us speak the ship that stands 
Boldly out from sheltering lands ; 

Like a proud steed for the gold — 

Like a space defying soul ; 

Comet bright and swift that hath 
Entered on her chosen path. 

964 McGee: Ode to the Emigrant Ship. 

The white sails are filled, and the wind from the shore 
Blows sad from the hills we shall visit no more ; 

And our ship slowly moves o’er the ocean at rest, 

From the land of our hearts, in the light of the west. 

965 Thomas Canfield Irwin: The Emigrant's Voyage. 

Sail bravely on thou gallant bark, 

Across the western sea ; 

And safely guard the precious freight 
Thou bear’st away from me. 

Sail on nor heed the frowming skies, 

Nor angry waves, nor wind ; 

Nor reck the grief of aching hearts 
Thou leavest here behind. 

966 Alexander M. Sullivan: Farewell. 

SILENCE: 

When wit and reason both have failed to move 
Kind looks and actions (from success) do prove 
Even silence may be eloquent in love. 

967 Congreve: Old Bachelor , Act II, Scene 9. 

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you. 

968 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules of the Road. 

The realm of silence ! seek thou in its halls 
Of fairy spells, where echo never calls : 

Thither have fled like winged dreams, away 
The subtle treasure of our earthly day, 

Beyond the reach of eye or ear of clay. 

969 Mrs. Izod O' Dougherty {Eva) : The Silent Land. 


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129 


In the hush of the valley of silence 
I dream all the songs that I sing, 

And the music floats down the dim valley 
Till each finds a word for a wing, 

That to hearts, like the dove of the Deluge 
A message of peace they may bring. 

970 Father Ryan: Song of the Mystic. 

The fountain soonest spent 
Doth babble down the steep, 

But the stream that ever went 
Is silent, strong and deep. 

971 Lover: Say Not My Heart Is Cold. 

SIMILITUDE : 

Our earth as it rolls throug the regions of space, 

Wears always two faces, the dark and the sunny ; 

And poor human life runs the same sort of race 
Being sad on one side — on the other side funny. 

972 Moore: Satires. 

SIMPLICITY: 

Bless r d be those feasts with simple plenty crown’d, 

Where all the ruddy family around 
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, 

Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, 

Or press the bashful stranger to his food, 

And learn the luxury of doing good. 

973 Goldsmith: Deserted Village. 


SIN: 

A sin of youth, atoned for and forgiven, 

Takes on a virtue if we choose to find : 

When clouds across our onward path are driven, 

We may steer by its pale light behind. 

974 John Boyle O'Reilly: Peace and Pain. 

O ye with secret sins that only bleed, 

And drift from God, search out, if ye are wise, 

Your unrepented infelicities : 

And pray, whate’er the punishment, decreed, 

It prove not exile from your Maker’s eyes. 

975 Aubrey De Vere: The “Miserere.” 

He deepliest feels the yoke of sin 
Who firm in virtue’s mail hath bound him, 

And he whose eye is turned within. 

Will lightly heed the flattery round him. 

976 Gerald Griffin: Matt. Hyland , Part IV. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


Alas, the sins of youth are as a chain 
Of iron, swiftly let down to the deep, 

How far we feel not — till when, we’d rais’t 
We praise amid the weary work and weep. 

977 McGee: The Penitence of Don Dingo Rias. 

The least of sins is infinite : it throws 
A shade into the face of the Most High. 

978 Aubrey De Vere: The Dying Platonist. 

God sees great sin 'where man sees least. 

979 Aubrey De Vere: The Bard Ethell. 

Sin and sorrow are no part of God’s plan; they have been 
forced in by human folly. 

980 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Man. 


SINCERITY: 

We prove our sincerity when we refuse to make our emanci- 
pation a subject of traffic or barter, and ask for relief, 
only upon those grounds which, if once established, would 
give to every other sect the right to the same political 
immunity. All we ask is a clear stage and no favor. 

981 Daniel O'Connell: On Catholic Rights. 

No man is false, who, true can say 

“Smiles for the new, prayers for the old.” 

982 M. F. Egan: Consolation, Part II. 

The wise man is sincere : but he who tries 

To be sincere, haphazard, is not wise.* 

983 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wheat Grains. 

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity. 

984 Goldsmith: Good Natured man. 

SLANDER: 

You would not slander me in words, I know it ; 

But there are ways. 

985 Gerald Griffin: Gisippus, Act I, Scene 2. 


SMILES: 

The feeble glimmering of a forced smile is a light that makes 
the cheek look paler. 

986 John Philpot Curran: Farewell to the Irish Par. 


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131 


In this strange and fickle world, 

In this world of woe and wiles, 

Changing ever, 

Constant never, 

Tears today, tomorrow smiles. 

987 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Tears. 


SOCIETY: 

The purpose of civil society is united action for useful ends. 

988 Archbishop Keane: Civilization. 

To the empty heart in a jeweled breast 
There is value, maybe, in a purchased crest ; 

But the thirsty of soul soon learn to know 
The moistureless froth of the social show. 

989 John Boyle O'Reilly: In Bohemia. 


SOLDIER: 

The common man is not safe unless he can and will become a 
common soldier. 

990 John Boyle O'Reilly: Common Citizen Soldier. 

For the young warrior welcome ! thou hast yet 
Some tacks to learn, some frailties to forget, 

Ere the white war-plume o’er thy brow can wave. 

991 Moore: The Veiled Prophet. 

I’d rather be a soldier 
In a gallant glorious cause, 

To uphold a people’s honor, 

Their liberty and laws, 

Than wearily and drearily 
To pass my life away, 

Living but for living sake, 

And dying every day. 

992 Savage: Soldier's Song. 

Soldier-spirits has thou given 
Nations all the wide world o’er, 

Men whose valor might have driven 
Kings and tyrants from thy shore. 

Foreign fields have known the daring 
Of their cheering, charging line, 

But their swords, oh, mother Erin 
Flash for every cause but thine ! 

993 Denis A. McCarthy: In Voices from Erin. 


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QUOTATIONS. 


SOLITUDE: 

The silent heart which grief assails, 

Treads soft and lonesome o’er the vales, 

Sees daisies open, rivers run, 

And seeks, as I have vainly done, 

Amusing thoughts ; but learns to know 
That solitude’s the nurse of woe. 

994 Thomas Parnell: Hymn to Contentment. 

SONG: 

Songs ! fly as eagles fly ! 

The bard unbars the cage ; 

Go, soar away, and afar and high 
Wave your wings o’er every age. 

995 Father Ryan: Sentinel Songs. 

But not alone to song thy words incite 
Thy weaker brethren of this later day — 

Thy battle hymns of labor nerve with might 
The shrinking soul that else w r ould flee the fray; 

Shall we not patient struggle on, nor groan 
Rebellious ’neath a stifling weight, when thou — 

Thou king of men, who shoulds’t have graced a throne ! 

Failed never in thy humble task — to plow ! 

996 Julia Ditto Young: Robert Burns. 

If thou wouldst have me sing and play 
As once I played and sung, 

First take this time-worn lute away, 

And bring one freshly strung. 

997 Moore: If Thou Wouldst Have Me Sing and Play. 

Songs were born before the singer : like white souls awaiting 
birth. 

They abide the chosen bringer of their melody to earth. 

998 John Boyle O'Reilly: Songs That Are Not Sung. 

There’s not a nightingale that thrills 
These vales with song so sweet as Alls 
The heart that sings and breaks. 

999 Thomas Walsh: Alhambra Songs. 

Sing, little lark, O sing ! 

E’en though your heart is breaking, 

Forth from your bosom fling 
Music of God’s own making. 

1000 Denis A. McCarthy: The Caged Songster: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 


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The singers, their hearts in their voices, 

Had chanted the anthem of old, 

And the last trembling wave of the Vespers 
On the far shores of silence had rolled. 

1001 Father Ryan: Last of May. 

Hark, hark, that chime ! The frosts are o’er ! 

With song the birds force on the spring : 

Thus, Ireland, sang thy bards of yore ; 

O younger bards ’tis time to sing. 

1002 Aubrey De Vere: The Music of the Future. 

How the entranced ear fondly lingers 
On the turns of thy thrilling song. 

1003 Thomas Furlong: Bridget Cruise. 

Let the simple songs of our sires be tried — 

They go to the heart, and the heart is all. 

1004 Thomas Furlong: The Spirit of Irish Song. 

All the air is full of speech 
Of God’s own choir, all singing various parts. 

1005 M. F. Egan : A Night in June. 

A murmurous tangle of voices, 

Laughter to left and to right, 

We waited the curtain’s rising, 

In a dazing glare of light ; 

When down through the din came slowly; 

Softly, then clear and strong, 

The mournful minor cadence 
Of a sweet old Gaelic song. 

1006 Mrs. Seumas MacManus ( Ethna Carberry) : 

A Gaelic Song. 

On wings of song flew by the hastening day, and song 
Led in the hooded night, soft stealing on the feast. 

1007 John Todhunter : The Fate of the Sons of XJsna. 

Oh ! glorious songs ! 

That rouse the brave ’gainst tyrant wrongs, 

Resounding near and far ; 

Mingled with trumpet and with drum, 

Your spirit summons trumpet come, 

And urge the hero from his home, 

And arm him for the war. 

1008 


Thomas Dermody: On Songs 


134 


QUOTATIONS. 


In vain would Ireland’s song be the brightest of all earthly 
melodies, unless that song were to be perpetuated in the 
higher echoes and grander melodies of heaven. 

1009 Rev. T. R. Burke: The Rational Music of Ireland. 

It’s a song of love and triumph, it’s a song of toil and care ; 

It is filled with chords of pathos and it’s set in notes of prayer ; 
It is bright with dreams and visions of the days that are to be, 
And as strong in faith’s devotion as the heart-beat of the sea ; 
It is linked in mystic measure from sweet voices from above, 
And is starr’d with ripest blessing thro’ a mother’s sacred love. 

0 sweet and strong and tender are the memories that it brings, 
As I list in joy and rapture to the song my mother sings. 

1010 Thomas O' Hagan: The Song My Mother Sings: 

In Songs of the Settlement. 

SORROW: 

Weep on, and as thy sorrow flows, 

I’ll taste the luxury of woe. 

1011 Moore: Anacreontic. 

Sorrow, they say, to one with true touched ear, 

Is but the discord of a warbling sphere. 

1012 George Croley: Story of Ramini, Canto IV. 

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 

1013 Moore: Come, Ye Disconsolate. 

Come, Sorrow, smooth my brow and kiss my lips, 

And on my bosom pillow thy sweet head ; 

For in thy silent face and loving eyes 

1 trace the memories of long-fled years. 

1014 Rowland B. Maliany: Rephenthe: 

In Tuscany and Other Poems. 

When I was young, I said to sorrow : 

“Come, and I will play with thee.” 

He is near me now all day, 

And at night returns to say : 

“I will come again tomorrow — 

I will come and stay with thee.” 

1015 Aubrey De Vere: Song. 

A cure for sorrow from sighs I’d borrow, 

And hope tomorrow would end my woes ; 

But as in wailing there’s no availing, 

And Death unfailing will strike the blow, 

Then for that reason, and for a season, 

Let us be merry before we go. 

1016 John Philpot Curran: The Deserter's Meditation. 


QUOTATIONS. 


135 


There is a relief 
In the abandonment of utter sorrow 
That only sufferers know. 

1017 Gerald Griffin : Gisippus, Act II, Scene 3. 


My past, my present and my sorrow ! 

All else on earth is crossed, 

All in the world is lost — 

Lost all but the great love-gift of sorrow. 

1018 George Seigerson : Love's Despair: 

Trans, from the Irish. 

SUCCESS : 


Success is built up with the eternal measurements of the rela- 
tive value of things ever in view; and the proof of its 
attainment is the readiness to cast away worldly advan- 
tage, if it cannot be had save at the expense of higher 
things. 

1019 Katherine E. Conway: Ideals and Their 

Responsibilities: In Bettering Ourselves. 


What is success? To win a little fame? 

To hear a fickle world applaud your name? 

To be accounted as a genius? Yes, 

And there be those who label this success. 

1020 Denis A. McCarthy: What Is Success: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 


It is right to seek worldly success by every lawful means, if 
we do not rest in it as an end, but use it as a means to 
advance God’s interests. 

1021 Katherine E. Conway: Plans and Specifications: 

In Bettering Ourselves. 


SOUL: 

Nought shall endure from pole to pole, 

Nought, save th’ imperishable soul ; 

The sea shall pass, the stars decay, 

Souls only can survive that day ! 

1022 McGee: Eternity. 

When the great vault of nature shall be demolished, when the 
stars shall fade away, and the sun grow dim with years, 
even then the temple of the soul shall live and move and 
have its being. 

1023 Card. Gibbons: The Three Temples: 

From Discourses and Sermons. 


136 


QUOTATIONS. 


The fragrant soul in its purity, 

To sordid life tied down, 

May bloom to Heaven, and no man know, 

Seeing the coarse, vile stem below, 

How God hath seen the crown. 

1024 James Jeffrey Roche: The Water Lily. 

That soul which can immortal glory give 
To her own virtues must forever live. 

1025 Sir John Denham: Of a Future Life. 

In denying the immortality of the soul, you degrade human 
nature and confound men with the vile and perishable 
insect. 

1026 Rev. Arthur O'Leary: Controversy With an Infidel. 


SPRING: 

The winter fleeteth like a dream, 

The rain is past and o’er ; 

The sea is lit with sunny gleam, 

The hills are w^hite no more. 

1027 George Arthur Green: Spring-Time. 

Oh check the biting wind of spring, 

And from before our course 
Arrest the fury of its wing, 

And terrors of its force ! 

1028 Charlotte Brooke: From Translated Ode. 

Down the green glen is the primros’s light, 

Soft shines the hawthorne’s raiment of white, 

’Round the rough knees of the crabtree a ring 
Of daffodils dance for joy of the spring. 

1029 Rose Kavanagli: The Northern Blackwater. 

O choir of silence, without noise of word ! 

A human voice would break the mystic spell 
Of wavering shades and sound ; the lily bell 
Here at my feet sings melodies unheard ; 

And clearer than the voice of any bird — 

Yes, even than the lark which loves so well, 

Hid in the hedges, all the world to tell 
In trill and tripple notes that May has stirred. 

1030 M. F. Egan: A Night in June. 


QUOTATIONS. 


137 


All ye who love the springtime — and who but loves it well, 
When the little birds do sing, and the buds begin to swell ! — 
Think not ye ken its beauty, or know its face so dear, 

Till ye look upon old Ireland in the dawning o’ the year ! 

For ’tis green, green, green where the ruined towers are grey, 
And it’s green, green, green all the happy live long day ; 

Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy and the wall, 

And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. 
1031 Mary Elizabeth Blake: The Dawning o’ the Year. 


Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the springtime of the year, 

When the hawthorn’s whiter than the snow, 

When the feather folk assemble and the air is all atremble 
With their singing and their wringing to and fro ; 

When the queenly Slieve-na-mon puts her verdant vesture on 
And smiles to hear the news the breezes bring ; 

When the sun begins to glance on the rivulets that dance — 

Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring ! 

1032 Denis A. McCarthy: Ah, Sweet Is Tipperary: 

In a Round of Rhymes. 


STAGE: 


Of all the studies in these happier days, 

By which we soar ambitiously to praise, 

Of all the fine performances of art, 

Which charm the eye or capture the heart, 

None like the stage our admiration draws, 

Or gains such high and merited applause. 

1033 Hugh Kelly: Thespis. 


STAR: 

’Tis thy star, oh, my friend, 

That doth shine and ascend 
On the night of our race ; 

Thou art the appointed, 

By affliction annointed, 

As through grief cometh grace. 

1034 McOee: To Duffy Free. 

List, a star ! a star ! 

Oh, our goal of light ! 

Yet the winged shades sweep, 

Yet the void looms vast. 

1035 Jane Barlow: Flitting of the Fairies. 

Shine on, thou bright beacon, unclouded and free, 

From thy high place of calmness, o’er life’s troubled sea ; 

Its morning of promise, its smooth waves are gone, 

And the billows roar wildly ; then bright one, shine on. 

1036 James Joseph Callanan: The Star of Heaven. 


138 


QUOTATIONS. 


In the stillness of the night 
Quick rays of intermingling light 
Sparkle from star to star. 

1037 


Montgomery : To Cynthia. 


Clear gleaming stars! 

Emblem of God’s protecting love, 

Ye watch us from your realms above. 


1038 


Caroline Norton: Oh! Distant Stars. 


STATESMAN: 

It should be the aim of the statesman to impart nobler 
emotions, more generous aspirations, than those which the 
love of gain can inspire. 


William Smith O'Brien: 

Principles of Government. 


1039 


STATUE: 

Opaque to you this marble ; but to me, 

Whose eyes the chrism of passion have annointed, 

The stone is pregnant with a life of love. 

Within this monolith there lives a form 
Which I can see and would reveal to you, 

Could hand and chisel swiftly follow sight. 

1040 John Boyle O'Reilly: Statues in the Bloch. 

STORM: 

Flash on flash, and roll on roll, 

The heavens shrunk “like parched scroll” — 

Question — answer — quick and loud, 

In rythmic measure, fierce and proud, 

Through the vast echoing hall of cloud ! 

1041 Mrs. Izod O'Dougherty (Eva) : Storm in the Bush. 

STREAMS: 

O the brown streams of old Ireland, how they leap 
From her glens, and fill their hollows 
With wild songs, till charmed to sleep 

By the murmuring bees in the meadows, where the swallows 
Dance and sweep ! 

1042 John Todhunter: Longing. 

Through the valley it goes swift, 

’Tis the mountain’s wayward gift; 

Dancing onward, laughing, leaping, 

Amber eddies gaily sweeping 
Round the great stones grayly white 
In the sunny summer light. 

1043 Mary Furlong: Glen-N a-Smoel. 


QUOTATIONS. 


139 


Behold the rapid mountain rills that leap instead of flowing. 
They rush to seek the river as the river seeks the main : 

For ages have their waters been on onward motion going, 
Now dancing in the rivulet, now dropping in the rain. 

1044 Mary A. Ford (Una) : To A Youthful Friend. 


STRIFE: 

Like a sawyer’s work is life : 

The present makes the flaw, 

And the only field for strife 
Is the inch before the saw. 

1045 John Boyle O'Reilly: Today. 

Better a day of strife 
Than a century of sleep ; 

Give me instead of a long stream of life 
The tempests and tears of the deep. 

1046 Father Ryan: The Rosary of My Tears. 

’Tis ever thus, on river or in life : 

To stem the current is the real strife. 

1047 Arthur Barry O'Neil, C. 8. C.: Steming 

The Current: In Between Whiles. 


Why should we try so earnestly in life’s short narrow span, 

On golden stairs to climb so high above our brother man 
Why blindly at an earthly shrine in slavish homage bow? 

Our gold will rust, ourselves be dust, a hundred years from 
now ! 

1048 Mary A. Ford (Una): 

A Hundred Years From Now. 

SUFFERING: 


Man was born for suffering, and to bear 
Even pain is better than a dull repose. 

1049 James Joseph Callanan: 

The Recluse of Inchidony. 


Man was born for suffering, and to bear 

And strongest when least human aid is given. 

1050 James Joseph Callanan: Ibid. 


SUMMER: 

Hail, sweet summer ! once again 
Thou dost new life impart 
To forest, mountain, lie and plain, 

And many a weary heart. 

1051 M. F. Sheehan: In Smiles and Sighs. 


140 


QUOTATIONS. 


The different hues that deck the earth 
All in their bosom have their birth ; 

’Tis not in blue or sunny skies, 

’Tis in the heart the summer lies ! 

1052 Dennis Florence McCarthy: 

The Seasons of the Heart. 


Summer loves the green glen, the white birds love the sea, 

An’ the wind must kiss the heather top, and the red bell hides 
the bee ; 

As the bee is dear to the honey-flower so one is dear to me. 
1053 Mrs. Skrine ( Moira O'Neill ) : 

The Song of the Glen Dunn. 


SUN: 


As half in shade and half in sun 
This world along its path advances, 

May that side the sun’s upon 

Be all that e’er shall meet thy glances ! 

1054 Moore: Peace Be Around Thee. 


Hundreds of times the desert sun uprose: 

Hundreds of times it set amid snows 
Of distant sands that, stretching white and dim, 

Met softly the horizon’s rosy rim. 

1055 Eleanor C. Donnelly: Quests of Abbot Paphnucius. 


The man that misses sunrise loses the sweetest part of his 
existence. 

1056 Dion Boucicault: Lady Gay Spanker. 


SUNSHINE: 

Thou golden sunshine in the peaceful day! 

Thou livid lightning in the night of war ! 

Hearing the onrush of thy battle-car, 

Who could endure to meet thee in the fray? 

1057 Whitley Stokes: Lament of King Ivor. 

Blest power of sunshine ! genial day, 

What balm, what life is in thy ray! 

1058 Moore: Lalla Rookh: The Fire-Worshipers. 

Sunshine broken in the rill, 

Though turned astray is sunshine still. 

1059 Moore: Lalla Rookh: The Fire-Worshipers. 

Harvest the sunshine in your heart, 

Gather its heat and light, my boy : 

You’ll want it all when the shadows fall, 

And you feel the chill of night, my boy. 

1060 James Jeffrey Roche: School Keeps. 


QUOTATIONS. 


141 


SYMPATHY: 

Then hide it not, the music of the soul, 

Dear sympathy, expressed with kindly voice ; 

But let it like a shining river roll 
To deserts dry, to hearts that would rejoice. 

1061 John Boyle O'Reilly: Unspoken Words. 

We must be willing to give sympathy to those who crave it of 
us, if we would not in turn be shut out of the pale of 
human sympathy ourselves. 

1062 Katherine E. Conway: The Christian 

Gentleicoman and the Social Apostolate. 

Who waits and sympathizes with the pettiest life, 

And loves all things, and reaches up to God 
With thanks and blessing — He alone is living. 

1063 John Boyle O'Reilly: Living. 

Better than grandeur, better than gold, 

Than rank and titles a thousand fold, 

Is a healthy body and a mind at ease, 

And simple pleasures that always please, 

A heart that can feel for another’s woe. 

With sympathies large enough to enfold 
All men as brothers, is better than gold. 

1064 Father Ryan: Better Than Gold. 

TAXATION: 

Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails ; 

And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails. 

1065 Congreve: Epis. to Sir Rich. Temple. 

TEARS: 

The tears that are not wept, 

The tears that never outward fall ; 

The tears that grief for years has kept 
Within us — they are the best of all. 

1066 Father Ryan: Tears. 

The words that vainly struggle to the tongue, 

Break from the eye in liquid eloquence. 

1067 Savage: Sybil, Act III, Scene 3. 

Tears are never for those who die with their face to their 

duty done. 

1068 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wend. Phillips. 


142 


QUOTATIONS. 


The heart tears burst at each surprise; 

The soul’s tears never reach the eyes. 

1069 Charles J. O’Malley: In Thistledrift. 

Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes 
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in the skies. 

1070 Moore: Erin, the Tear and the Smile. 

Our tears are but streams, making deep 
The ocean of love in our soul. 

1071 Father Ryan: The Land We Love. 

O, into what bosom, I wonder, 

Is poured the whole sorrow of years? 

For Eternity only seems keeping 
Account of the great human weeping : 

May God, then, the Maker and Father — 

May He find a place for the tears ! 

1072 Arthur O'Shaughnessy: The Fountain of Tears. 

The world is for a moment glad, 

And then ’tis full of woe, 

And even while we laugh, a tear 
Falls through the music that we hear. 

1073 John S. McGroarty : The Saddest Heart: 

In Wander Songs. 

TEMPERANCE : 

Be temperate now for the honor, the happiness, the immor- 
tality of your country — act trustfully and truthfully one 
to another — watch, wait, and leave the rest to God. 

1074 Father Matthew: On Temperance. 

TEMPLES: 

How many different rites have these gray old temples known ! 
To the mind what dramas are written in these chronicles of 
stone ! 

What terror and what error, what gleams of love and truth 
Have flashed from these walls since the world was in its 
youth ! 

1075 Denis Florence McCarthy: 

The Pillar Towers of Ireland. 

The pillar towers of Ireland, how wondrously they stand 
By the lakes and rushing rivers, through the valleys of our 
land! 

In mystic file, through the isle, they lift their heads sublime, 
These gray old pillar temples — these conquerors of time ! 

1076 Denis Florence McCarthy: Ibid. 


QUOTATIONS. 


143 


THEORY: 

Whenever a theory comes in conflict with a fact, there is but 
one thing to do : We cannot change the fact, as most of us 
would prefer, so we must change the theory. 

1077 W. Bourke Cockr an: 

Address on Race Problems of the South. 

THOUGHT: 

And the thought will live when the oak has died, 

And quicken the minds of men ; 

But the name of the thinker has vanished away, 

And will never be here again. 

1078 William H. Lecky: The Sower and His Seed. 

Life is the thinker’s thought — the golden land 
W T here love hung on the rosy lips of youth, 

They who quaffed thy magic wells of truth, 

Still by thy singing streams will aye sojourn. 

Return Arcadian days ! Arcadian hours, return ! 

1079 Rowland B. Mahany: In Arcady: 

In Tuscany and Other Poems. 

Not every thought can find its words, 

Not all within is known, 

For minds and hearts have many chords 
That never yield their tone. 

1080 William H. Lecky: Undeveloped Lives. 

Our thoughts by ancient thinkers are controll’d, 

And many a word in which our thoughts are told 
Was coined long since in regions far away. 

1081 John Kells Ingram: Social Heredity. 

Pride (of all others the most dangerous fault) 

Proceeds from want of sense or want of thought. 

1082 Wentivorth Dillon ( Roscommon ) : 

In Essay on Translated Verse. 

THRIFT: 

Then sow while you may, 

Through the brief summer day, 

A harvest of love and of hope, 

That when Autumn flits by, 

With a smile and a sigh, 

You’ll dread not with winter to cope. 

1083 M. F. Sheehan: From Smiles and Tears. 


144 


QUOTATIONS. 


THUNDER: 

Thunders bring 

The red life from the heart of Spring ; 

Thence summer, and the golden wane 
That comes with harvest, when each field, 

Crimsoned with weeds, like fiery rain, 

Flames like a newly forged shield. 

1084 John Francis O’Donnell: 

Tombs in Church of M Ontario. 

Life’s loveliest sky hides the thunder 
Whose bolt in a moment may fall ; 

And our path may be flowery — but 

Under the flowers there are throns for us all. 

1085 Father Ryan: Reverie. 

TIME: 

Time put by a myriad of fates, 

That her day might dawn in glory ; 

Death made wide a million gates, 

So to close her tragic story. 

1086 George W. Russell: The Memory of Earth. 

Let time that makes you homely, make you sage. 

1087 Thomas Parnell: Elegy: To an Old Beauty. 

Time’s beams are pure, but, like the snow, 

They warm not with the sun. 

1088 Mangan: Life and Warmth. 

Life’s surface-puzzles change as years roll on, 

And questions new successive times engage. 

1089 Arthur Barry O’Neill, C. 8. C.: 

An Unchangmg Problem: In Between Whiles. 

Time shakes the tyranny of thrones, 

And tottering empires crush by their own weight. 

1090 Armstrong : Art of Preserving Health. 

So swift is time, so briefly lost 
The fleeting joys of life’s creation, 

What seems the present, is the past, 

Before the mind can mark its station. 

1091 Gerald Griffin: Time and Eternity. 

Time’s defacing waves 

Long have quenched the radiance of my brow. 

1092 Mangan: Twenty Golden Years Ago. 


QUOTATIONS. 


145 


Oh ! golden time of youthful life ! 

Can nothing, Swift One, stay thy motion? 

In vain, thy waves, with ruthless strife, 

Flow on to the eternal ocean. 

1093 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : The Ideal. 

Though Time’s triumphant flight be shown, 

The truest index on its face 
Points to the churchyard stone. 

10^4 Montgomery : The Dial. 

We are all audience in the Tower of Time. 

1095 McGee: The Three Minstrels. 

Time is ever on the wing ; 

Let the present moment seize it ; 

Who knows what the next may bring? 

1096 George Ogle: Banish Sorrow. 

Time is threefold — triple — three : 

First — and midst — and last 
Was — and is — and Yet to Be 
Future — Present — Past. 

1097 Mangan: The Course of Time. 

Time changeth gravely night and day, 

“God never shuts, but He makes a way.’.’ 

1098 McGee: Time's Teachings. 

O Time ! how varied is thy sway 
’Twixt beauty’s dawn and grim decay ! 

1099 Samuel Lover: Father Roach. 

’Tis vain to say in youthful ears, 

Time flies, earth fades with all its pleasures ; 

The ardent heart attentive hears, 

But naught of transient council treasures. 

1100 Gerald Griffin: Time and Eternity. 

Time’s wing, were it all of one feather, 

Far slower would be in its flight ; 

The storm gives a charm to fine weather, 

And day w r ould seem dark without night. 

1101 Lover: Yield Not, etc. 

Some reckon their ages by years, 

Some measure their life by art ; 

But some tell their days by the flow of their tears, 

And their lives by the moan of their hearts. 

1102 Father Ryan: The Rosary of My Tears. 


146 


QUOTATIONS. 


How quick Time throws its rapid measure 
Along the date of worldly pleasure ; 

A beam of light, ’mid cloudy shadows, 

Flitting along the Autumn meadows; 

A wave that glistens on the shore, 

Retires and is beheld no more. 

1103 Hogan: In Lays and Legends. 

And while the great and wise decay, 

And while all these trophies pass away, 

Some sudden thought, some careless rhyme 
Still floats above the wings of Time. 

1104 William H. LecJcy. 

Time singeth gayly night and morn, 

“The longest lane must have a turn 
And who knows lanes like Father Time — 

A traveling man since Adam’s prime — 

In every age, through every clime, 

By moon and sun? 

1105 McGee: Time's Teachings. 

TOMB: 

The breeze that at morning but plays with the plume, 

At evening may wave the red grass o’er the tomb. 

1106 , Lover: Meeting of Foes. 

Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb 
In life’s happy morning hath hid from our eyes, 

E’er sin threw a blight o’er the spirit’s young bloom, 

Or earth had profaned what was born for the sky. 

1107 Moore: Weep Not For Those. 

Nor pride nor poverty dares come 
Within Thy refuge-house — the tomb. 

1108 George Croly: The Genius of Death. 

TRAVEL: 

It is not travel makes the man, ’tis true, 

Unless a man could travel, sir, like you, 

By putting off the worst and putting on 
The best of every country where they come. 

1109 Richard Flecknoe: On Travel. 

TREASURES: 

In the most unheard of places 
Richest treasures thou may’st find ; 

Forms that never knew the graces 
Have the loftiest souls enshrined. 

1110 John O' Hagan: Hidden Treasures. 


QUOTATIONS. 


147 


TRIFLES: 

Alas ! the joys that fortune brings 
Are trifling, and decay ; 

And those who prize the paltry things 
More trifling still than they. 

1111 Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield: Ballad. 
TROUBLE: 

Trouble’s the post-tjoy that drives us 
Up hill, till we get to the top. 

1112 Lover: The Road of Life. 

TRUTH: 

There’s no form of beauty raised by nature or by art, 

That preaches not God’s saving truths to man’s adoring heart. 

1113 Ellen Mary Patrick Downing: 

The Old Church of Lismore. 

Bring us the truth, unheeding the cost, 

Though all the baubles of life be lost. 

1114 James Nicoll Johnston: N ew Year's Day, 1909. 

In Donegal Memories. 

When truth is sown broadcast it also produces more blossoms 
until the whole world is filled with rarer fragrance and 
perfecter beauty. 

1115 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

Let us o’ercome this world with the truth ! 

It may frown, but that w T ill only roughen 
Its own face, and never ruffle ours. 

1116 Savage: Act V, Scene 1. 

Truth’s beams are pure, but like the moon 
They warm not with the light they shed. 

1117 Mangan: Light and Warmth. 

Truth was his solitary test, 

His star, his chart, his east, his west ; 

Nor is there aught. 

In text, in ocean, or in mine, 

By chemist, seaman, or divine, 

More fondly sought. 

1118 McGee: The Dead Antiquary. 

Never aught but truth 
Spake my noble king ; 

Valor all his trust 
In all his warfaring. 

1119 Thomas W. Rolleston: Lament of Maev Leith-Dherg. 


148 


QUOTATIONS. 


Be true to the truth and faithful, though the world were ar- 
rayed for lie. 

1120 John Boyle O'Reilly: Wendall Phillips. 

Truth always forces its way into rational minds. 

1121 Dean Swift: Gulliver's Travels. 

What doth build up a nation r s weal ! 

But courage to fight for the truths we feel ! 

1122 Savage: Reg. for the Dead , etc. 

The poblehearted sees in earth 
A paradise before his eyes ; 

The dreams to which his soul gives birth 
He fondly hopes to realize ; 

He dedicates his burning youth 
To glorify the majesty of Truth. 

1123 Mangan: Light and, Warmth. 

TYRANNY: 

She has scourged the weak and lowly 
And the just with an iron rod ; 

She is drunk with the blood of the holy, 

She shall drink of the wrath of God ! 

1124 James Jeffrey Roche: Babylon: 

In Songs and Satires. 

Beneath the tyrant’s heel we may be trod, 

We may be scourged beneath the tyrant’s rod, 

But tyranny can never ride rough-shod 
O’er the immortal spirit-work of God. 

1125 J. O'Donovan Rossa: My Prison Chamber. 


The coarse chain 

Tyrants would bind around us may be blown 
Aside, like foam that with a breath is gone; 

For there's a tide within the popular vein 
That despots in their pride may not restrain, 

Swoll’n with a vigor that is all its own. 

Ye who would steer along these doubtful seas, 

Lifting your proud sails to high heaven, beware ! 

1126 Sir Aubrey De Vere: Sonnet: 

The True Basis of Power. 


UNION: 


Our pact is made for brotherhood and union, 

For equal laws to class and to communion. 

Our wounds to staunch, our land to liberate. 

1127 McGee: River Boyne. 


QUOTATIONS. 


149 


Peal out, ye bells, from church and dome in rivalous com- 
munion 

With the wild, upheaving masses, for the army of the Union. 

1128 Savage: The Munster of the North. 

’Tis the people’s will, both great and small, 

The rights of the States, the union of all. 

1129 Savage: The Starry Flag. 

VALOR: 

When o’er the land the battle brand 
In freedom’s cause was gleaming, 

And everywhere upon the air 
The starry flag was streaming 
The widow cried unto her pride, 

“Go forth and join the muster; 

Thank God, my son can bear a gun 
To crown his race with lustre ! 

Go forth ! and come again not home, 

If by disgrace o’erpowered ; 

My heart can pray o’er a hero’s clay 
But never clasp a coward.” 

1130 Savage: Patriot Mother. 

VARIETY: 

Look nature round, her features trace, 

Her seasons, all her changes see ; 

And own, upon creation’s face, 

The greatest charm’s variety. 

1131 Moore: Variety. 
VENGEANCE : 

Man may forgive, perhaps forget, 

The wrongs which he himself has borne, 

And grasp the foeman’s hand, while yet 
His anguished soul is torn, 

But vengeance for a country’s ill, 

Breathes, burns, and boils like mountain flood 

Within the human breast, until 

The burning flame is quenched in blood. 

1132 William Collins: Rory the Rapparee. 

VERSE: 

I’d rather turn one simple verse 
True to the Gaelic ear, 

Than classic odes I might rehearse 
With Senates list’ning near. 

1133 


McOee: The Exile’s Devotion. 


150 


QUOTATIONS. 


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VETERANS: 

Every year the day draws nearer — 

Every year this truth is clearer 

That the men who saved the nation from the severing South- 
ern sword, 

Soon must pass away forever 
From the scenes of their endeavor, 

Soon must answer to the roll call of the angel of the Lord. 

1134 Denis A. McCarthy: The Veterans: 

In A Round of Rhymes. 

VICE— VIRTUE: 

There never lived a virtue unrewarded, 

Nor died a vice without its meed of w r oe. 

1135 John Boyle O'Reilly: Peace and Pain. 

Men can be gods ’mong men who act the god, 

And every dastard is himself the mark 
Showing how far below his knavish heart 
The tide of virtue flings the weeds of vice. 

1136 Savage: Dreaming ly Moonlight. 

VICTORY: 

Bright, swift, resistless as the sun, 

He scorned the track of traversed sky ; 

Though throned in empiry supreme, 

Still held the mighty past a dream, 

Self-emulative, storming on 
The vaster fields of victory. 

1137 Thomas Caw field Irwin : Caesar. 

Faint echo of that which in slavery’s ear, 

Once sounded the war-word, “Burst your chains !” 

And it cries from the grave where the hero lies deep, 

Though the day of your chieftain forever hath set, 

Oh leave not his sword thus inglorious to sleep, 

It hath victory’s life in it yet. 

1138 Moore: Lay His Sword By His Side. 

Who basely shuns a glorious death 
Dishonor haunt his tomb ! 

Who nobly wins a victor’s wreath, 

Long may he see it bloom ! 

1139 Gerald Griffin: Monmouth's Address. 

A scene which a king may behold with delight, 

His nation redeemed and his foeman in flight. 

1140 Hogan: In Lays and Legends. 


QUOTATIONS. 


151 


Oh how blest they sink to rest 

Who close their eyes on victory’s breast. 


1141 


Moore: Before the Battle. 


For their names are treasured apart, 

And their memories green and sweet, 

On every hillside and every mart, 

In every cabin, in every street, 

Of a land, where to fail is more than to triumph, 

And victory less than defeat. 

1142 Stephen Gwynn: A Song of Defeat. 

VICTIMS: 

What rites of hate or scorn of law divine 
Strikes down its victims here 
With not a funeral song 
Nor poor libation of a tear. 

1143 Thomas Walsh: The Prison Ships. 
VIGILANCE: 

Perpetual vigilance must guard freedom against tyranny ; but 
hearty loyalty must help just government to the reali- 
zation of all noble and useful ends. 

1144 Archbishop Keane: Civilization. 

VIRTUE: 

Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, 

Is the best gift of heaven ; a happiness 
That, even above the smiles and frowns of fate, 

Exalts great nature’s favorites ; a wealth 
That ne’er encumbers, nor can be transferred. 

1145 Armstrong: Art of Preserving Health. 

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 

’Tis virtue makes the bliss, where’er we dwell. 

1146 Collins: The Passions. 

Dominion ebbs, and arts betray; 

Virtue alone endures. 

1147 Aubrey De Vere: National Strength. 


Ere courts began, 


With honors to enslave him, 

The best honors won by man 
Were those which virtue gave him. 


Moore: Oh For A Sword. 


1148 


The virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarcely 
worth the sentinel. 


1149 


Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield. 


152 


QUOTATIONS. 


Write his merits on your mind ; 

Morals pure and manners kind ; 

In his head as on a hill, 

Virtue placed her citadel. 

1150 William Drennan: The Wake of William Orr. 

You cannot unite two men together unless the compact be 
virtue, for vice can give no sanction to compact, she can 
form no bond of affection. 

1151 Curran: Speech at Newry Election. 

Those who have most virtue in their mouths have least in 
their bosoms. 

1152 Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer. 


WAR: 

If luck but shone on righteous blades, 

War were a game for gods to play. 

1153 Moore: Evenings in Greece. 

War was their game, and eagle-like they bore 
To their cliffs the spoils of many a shore. 

1154 McGee: Prologue to St. Patrick. 

Wave vaults wave in sportive speed, 

Like schoolboys in a summer meed ; 

While the brave ship with lofty port, 

Ambitions, spurns their idle sport, 

And holds upon her way afar, 

For higher prize and sterner war. 

1155 McGee: Ode to the Immigrant Ship. 

WEALTH: 

Mere store of money is not wealth, but rather 
The proof of poverty and need of bread. 

Like men themselves is the bright gold they gather ; 

It may be living or it may be dead. 

1156 John Boyle O'Reilly: The Value of Gold. 

The wealth of mankind is the wisdom they leave. 

1157 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules On the Road. 

WINTER: 

Fast fell the snow, and soft as sleep 
The hillocks looked like frozen sheep, 

Like giants gray the hills — 

The sailing pine seemed canvas-spread 
With its white burden overhead, 

And marble hard the rills. 

1158 


McGee: Our Lady of the Snoiv. 


QUOTATIONS. 


153 


These quiet winter days and nights of rest 
Are also filled with joy of living here ; 

It seems sometimes ’tis not an earthly sphere, 

But some ideal island of the blest, 

Where never comes a weary heart in quest 
Of beauty, and those charms that most endear, 

But finds them in this sunny atmosphere 
Of these majestic landscapes of the West. 

1159 James Connelly: The Jewels of King Arthur. 

WISDOM: 

The philosopher who gathers wisdom and never imparts it to 
mankind, is useless as the Sphinx that has looked wise for 
ages and never answered a query put to it by man. 

1160 Charles J. O'Malley: In Thistledrift. 

A wise race the time of fruit will bide, 

Nor pluck th’ unripened apple from the tree. 

1161 Ingram: Nationality. 

The fear of God on man impress’d with force, 

Of all true wisdom is the first great source. 

1162 Teige MacDaire: Advice to a Prince. 

Wisdom that raises not her sons is folly. 

1163 Aubrey De Vere: From Lines Written Under Delphi. 

Wisdom is the knowledge, theoretical and practical, of the 
beginnings and the ends of all things. 

1164 Archbishop Keane: Education. 

Those hearts of ours how wise ! how wise ! 

They can lift their thoughts till they touch the skies ; 

They can sink their shafts, like a miner bold, 

Where wisdom’s mines hold their pearls and gold. 

1165 Father Ryan: A Reverie. 

Blind endeavor is not wise : 

Wisdom enters through the eyes ; 

And the seer is the knower, 

Is the doer and the sower. 

1166 John Boyle O'Reilly: From the Heights. 

A wiser heard I have, I know, 

Than when I loitered there, 

But in my wisdom there is woe, 

And in my knowledge, care. 

1167 Gerald Griffin: Old Times , Old Times. 


154 


QUOTATIONS. 


The sphere of wisdom is the sphere of age. 

1168 Thomas Parnell: Elegy: To an Old Beauty. 

What man would be wise let him drink of the river 
That bears on its bosom the record of time : 

A message to him every wave can deliver, 

To teach him to creep till he knows how to climb. 

1169 John Boyle O'Reilly: Rules On the Road. 

WIT- WE ALTH— BE AUT Y : 

And let the friendly lines be wit 
In praise of long departed wit. 

1170 Dean Swift: Lines on Receipt of Present. 

At beauty r s door of glass 
Where wealth and wit once stood, 

They asked her which might pass? 

She answered “he who could.” 

With golden key wealth thought 
To pass — but ’twould not do, 

While wit a diamond brought 
Which cut his bright way through. 

1171 Moore: Drink to Her. 

WOMAN: 

Dipped in the instincts of heaven, 

Robed in the garments of earth, 

Maiden and Mother and Queen, 

Wearing each crown at thy birth: 

****** 

Three-fold thy gift to the world, 

Pluck’d from God’s ripening sky, 

Tending the altar of life, 

Kindred to angels on high. 

1172 Thomas O'Hagan: Woman: 

In Songs of the Settlement. 

Woman owes much to Mary; but man’s debt to her is still 
greater — the Madonna has humanized his heart, purified 
his life, refined his character. 

1173 Archbishop Keane: The Ideal Woman. 

Women have all the necessary qualities to make good men, 
but they must give their time and attention to it when the 
men are boys. 

1174 John Boyle O'Reilly: Woman's Suffrage. 


QUOTATIONS. 


155 


Let cynics say whate’er they may 
Of woman and her wiles ; 

On Irish ground I’ve ever found 
Contentment in her smiles. 

1175 M. F. Sheehan: A Woman’s Frown. 

Whate’er the scene, where woman’s grief 
And woman’s sigh 

Can mingle round, there bard and chief 
May fitly die. 

1176 McGee: Woman's Praise. 

Ah, when a woman will, a woman can — 

Not less a lily, though with heart of oak ! 

1177 M. F. Egan: Example of Portia. 

I’d rather miss 

Both Fame and Fortune’s crown 
Than be the one, ’neath stars or sun, 

To earn a woman’s frown. 

1178 M. F. Sheehan: A Woman’s Frown. 

WORDS: 

Ah ! then, perchance — but I have heard 
That last dear tone — the careless word. 

1179 Caroline W. Norton: The Careless Word. 

No words are needed for a kindly speech — 

The loving thought will live when words have perished. 

1180 John Boyle O’Reilly: Loving Cup of the Papyrus. 

And the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear 
upon the word and blotted it out forever. 

1181 Lawrence Stern: Tristram Shandy , Chap. VIII. 

Men ever had, and ever will have, leave 
To coin new words well suited to the age. 

Words are like leaves, some wither every year, 

And every year a younger race succeeds. 

1182 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ) : Art of Poetry. 

Unspoken words, like treasures in the mine, 

Are valueless until we give them birth. 

Like unfound gold, their hidden beauties shine, 

Which God made to bless and gild the earth. 

1183 John Boyle O’Reilly: Unspoken Words. 

The words of some command the world’s acclaim, 

And never pass away, 

While others’ words receive no palm for fame, 

And live but for a day. 

1184 


Father Ryan: Poets. 


156 


QUOTATIONS. 


WORK: 

Like a tide our work should rise — 

Each latter wave the best; 

Today is a king in disguise, 

Today is the special test. 

1185 John Boyle O'Reilly: Today . 

Each must work as God has given 
Hero hand or poet soul ; 

Work is duty while we live in 
This weird world of sin and dole. 

1186 Lady Wild ( Speranza ) : Man's Mission. 

The work men do is not their test alone ; 

The love they win is far the better chart. 

1187 John Boyle O'Reilly : The Empty Riche. 

WORLD: 

Oh, could we do with this world of ours 
As thou dost with thy garden bowers, 

Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, 

What a heaven on earth we’d make it ! 

1188 Moore: Oh, Could We Do, etc. 

The world is large, when it’s weary leagues two loving hearts 
divide, 

But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other 
side. 

1189 John Boyle O'Reilly: Distance. 

WRITERS: 

If all have power to condemn what writer can be free. 

1190 Goldsmith: Good Natured Man. 

WRITING: 

Sound judgmeut is the ground of writing well. 

1191 Wentworth Dillon ( Roscommon ) : 

Of the Art of Poetry. 

WRONGS: 

There are wrongs that man’s patience could never yet bear ; 
There are insults that change the slave’s weakness to strength. 

1192 Justin McCarthy: To My Buried Rifle. 

YEARS: 

Years, like acorns, form the branches 
Of the giant oak of time, 

Fill the earth with healthy seedlings 
For a future more sublime. 

1193 Savage: Winter Thoughts: The Dead Year. 


QUOTATIONS. 


157 


YOUTH: 

Sweet is youth, although it hath bereft us 
Of that which made our childhood sweeter still ; 

And sweet our life’s decline, for it hath left us 
A newer good to cure an older ill : 

And sweet are all things, when we learn to prize them 
Not for their sake, but for Him who grants them or denies 
them. 

1194 Aubrey De Vere: Human Life. 

Oh, Youth ! thou magician, one hour on thy stage 
Is worth all the grey-bearded wisdom of age ! 

1195 Hogan: Address to the Shannon . 

The past though fled is never dead to him whose sunny youth 
Shone bright with hope and lofty aims and noble love of 
truth ; 

Though life may wear a sterner mien as swift the years speed 
by, 

The magic haze of other days ne’er fades from out his sky. 

1196 Arthur Barry O'Neill, C. S. C.: Other Days 

and Now: In Between Whiles. 

We know not the worth of its sweetness and truth, 

While we bask in the beam or spring-bloom of youth ; 

Till out on life’s rigid sea, shipwrecked and tossed, 

We look back in tears to the Eden we lost. 

1197 Hogan: Address To The Shannon. 

When youth and youthful dreams are fair, 

And lovely blooms the tender cheek ; 

When softly waves the sunny hair, 

And eyes tell more than words can speak, 

Why does the young heart restless sigh, 

And pine beneath its native sky? 

And wish for other years to come, 

And long to other climes to roam? 

* * * * * * 

Earth’s treasures, youth and beauty fade ; 

E’en love’s young dream but cheats awhile ; 

Beyond life’s sea is the fadeless glade, 

Our Aiden home, where angels smile. 

Ah, when we reach that deathless shore, 

Nor change, nor care can touch us more ; 

There to the ravished heart appears 
The unfounded joy of other years. 

1198 Rev. Patrick Cronin: 

In Catholic Union and Times. 


158 


QUOTATIONS. 


It was here I dreamed in the days gone by, 

When the breath of the May was blowing, 

And the robin’s song ’neath a sunny sky 
Rang clear thro the brooklet flowing, 

And I said to my heart, “Oh, the world is young 
And life is the sweetest song that is sung !” 

As with lissom feet I wandered along, 

Where the apple-bloom was drifting. 

1199 Agnes Shalloe. 

ZEAL: 

An earnest antagonism, prompted by honest, though misguided 
zeal, in the cause of Christianity is far preferable to a 
spirit of apathy which springs from religious indifference. 

1200 Cardinal Gibbons: In Ambassador of Christ. 


INDEX TO SUBJECTS 


Page 

Absence 5 

Action 5 

ACTIVITY 5 

Admiration 6 

Adulation 6 

Adversity 6 

Advice 6 

Affectation 6 

Affection 6 

Age 6-7-8 

Agreeableness 8 

Ambition 8 

Anxieties 8 

Applause 9 

Arbitrary Power 9 

Art 9-10 

Artist 10 

Argument 10 

Aspiration 11 

Autumn 11 

Authors 11 

Banner 12 

Battle 12 

Beauty 12-13 

Bells 14-15 

Benevolence 15 

Birth 15 

Birthright 1G 

Books 16-17 

Bravery 17 

Cause 17 

Caution 17 

Chance 17 

Character 17-18 

Charity 18 

Cheerfulness 18 

Christmas 18-19 

Clouds 19-20 

Comparisons 20 

Competence 20 

Conceit 20 

Confidence 20 

Constancy 20 

Conqueror 21 

Conscience 21-22 

Consistency 22 

Content 22 

Country 22-23 

Courtship 23 

Creed 23 

Crime 23 

Crimes 23 

Cross 24 

Critic 24 

Danger 24 

Dead 25 


Page 

Death 25-26 

Decency 26 

Deceit 26 

Deeds 26-27 

Defeat 27 

Defence 27 

Destiny 27 

Discontent 28 

Discernment 28 

Discussion 28 

Dissenters 28 

Doubt 28 

Dreams 28-29 

Dreamer 29-30 

Duty 30-31 

Ease 31 

Easter 31 

Eloquence 31 

Empire 31 

Enemies 32 

Energy 32 

Envy 32 

Epitaph 32-33 

Erin 33 

Erin's Flag 34 

Error 34 

Eternity 34 

Events 34 

Evening 35 

Evil 35 

Evidence 35 

Exertion 35 

Exile 35 

Experience 36 

Facts 36 

Faith 36-37 

Falsehood 37 

Fame 37 

Fate 38 

Faults 38 

Fight 39 

Flag 39-40 

Flattery 40 

Flowers 40-41 

Foe 41 

Fools 41 

Force 41-42 

Forests 42 

Freedom 42-43 

Friends 43-44-45 

Genius 45 

Gentleman 45-46 

Gifts 46 

Glory 46-47 

God 47 

Goodness 47 


160 


INDEX TO SUBJECTS 


Page 

Government 47-48 

Grace 48 

Gratitude 48 

Grave 49-50-51 

Greatness 51-52 

Grief 52 

Guest 52 

Guilt 52-53 

Habit 53 

Happiness 53 

Harmony 54 

Harp 54 

Hearts 55 

Heaven 55 

Hero 55-56-57 

History 57 

Home 57-58-59 

Honor 59-60 

Hope 60-61 

Hospitality 61 

Humility 61-62 

Humanity 62 

Human-like 62 

Human Nature 62 

Ideals 62 

Ideas 63 

Illusions 63 

Immortality 63 

Impostor 63 

Independence 63 

Ireland 63-64 

Ireland's Friend 64 

Jealousy 64 

Joke 64 

Joy 64-65-66 

June 66 

Judgment 66 

Justice 66-67 

Kindness 67-6S 

Knowledge 68-69 

Language 69 

Laughter 70 

Law 70-71 

Leader 71 

Leaders 72 

Learning 72 

Letters 72-73 

Liberty 73-74-75 

Library 75 

Life 75-76-77-78 

Love 78-79-80 

Loyalty 80 

Luxury 81 

Man 81-82 

Mankind 83 

Martyr 83 

May 83-84 

Measures 84 

Melody 84 

Memory 84-85-86-87 

Mentality 88 

Miracle 88 

Modesty 89 

Moon 89-90-91 


Page 

Moore 91 

Morality 91 

Morning 91-92 

Mother 92-93-94 

Motherland 94 

Mountains 94-95 

Music 95-96-97 

Mystery 97-98 

Name 98 

Nation 98-99 

Native Land 99 

Nature 99-100 

New Year 101 

Night 101 

Noble-minded 102 

Ocean 102-103 

Opinion 103 

Opportunity 103 

Order 103 

Parting 103 

Past 104 

Passion . 104 

Patience 104 

Patriot 105 

Patriotism 105 

Peace 105-106-107 

Peasantry 107 

Penitence 107 

Penitence — Pleasure 107 

Pen — 'Voice 108 

Perfection 108 

Perseverance 108 

Philosophy 108 

Pity 109 

Poet 109-110-111 

Poetry 111-112 

Population 112 

Policy 112 

Poverty 112 

Power 112-113 

Praise 113 

Prayer 113-114 

Press 114 

Pretensions 114 

Pride 115 

Prize 115 

Progress 115 

Promptness 116 

Prudence 116 

Purity 116 

Rain 116 

Rapture 117 

Reading 117 

Reason 117-118 

Rebellion 118 

Religion 118-119 

Remembrance 119- 

Resignation 119-120 

Resolutions 120 

Rest 120 

Reward 120 

Right 120-121 

River 121-122 

Rose - 122-123 


INDEX TO SUBJECTS . 161 


Sacrifice .... 

Sadness 

Sage 

Sarcasm 

Scandal 

Saint 

Science 

Sculptor .... 

Sea 

Self 

Self-Denial . 
Self-Reliance 
Self-Judgment 
Selfishness . 
Shadows .... 
Shamrock . . . 

Ship 

Silence 

Similitude . . . 
Simplicity . . . 

Sin 

Sincerity 

Slander 

Smiles 

Society 

Soldier 

Solitude 

Song 

Sorrow 

Success 

Soul 

Spring 

Stage 

Star 

Statesman . . . 

Statue 

Storm 

Streams 

Strife 

Suffering . . . 

Summer 

Sun 

Sunshine 


Page 

123 

123 

123-124 

124 

124 

124 

124 

124 

124-125 

125 

125 

125 

126 

126 

126 

126-127 

127-128 

128-129 

129 

129 

129-130 

130 

130 

130-131 

131 

131 

132 

132-133-134 

134-135 

135 

135-136 

136-137 

137 

137-138 

138 

138 

138 

138-139 

139 

139 

139-140 

140 

140 


Page 

Sympathy 141 

Taxation 141 

Tears 141-142 

Temperance 142 

Temples 142 

Theory 143 

Thought 143 

Thrift 143 

Thunder 144 

Time 144-145-146 

Tomb 146 

Travel 146 

Treasures 146 

Trifles 147 

Trouble 147 

Truth 147-148 

Tyranny 148 

Union 148-149 

Valor 149 

Variety 149 

Vengeance 149 

Verse 149 

Veterans 150 

Vice — Virtue 150 

Victory 150-151 

Victims 151 

Vigilance 151 

Virtue 151-152 

War 152 

Wealth 152 

Winter 152-153 

Wisdom 153-154 

Wit — Wealth — Beauty 154 

Woman 154-155 

Words 155 

Work 156 

World 156 

Writers 156 

Writing 156 

Wrongs 156 

Years 156 

Youth 157-158 

Zeal 158 



INDEX TO AUTHORS 


References which follow the Chronological Data are the numbers of the 
Quotations in consecutive order from the respective Authors, 
under which they are placed. 


Alexander, William (b. Derry ), 

409. 

Alexander, Mrs. Cecil Frances (b. 
Dublin, 1818; d. 1895), 733, 828, 
934, 935. 

Allingham, William (b. Ballyshan- 
non, Donegal, 1824; d. 1889), 470, 
774. 

Banim, John (b. Kilkenny, 1798 ; 
d. 1884), 354, 404, 571. 

Barlow, Jane (b. Clontarf, Dub- 
lin, 1857 ), 187, 1035. 

Barry, Michael Joseph (b. Cork, 
1817 ; d. 1889), 787. 

Berkly, Bishop (b. Kilcrin, Kil- 

kenny), 1684; d. 1753), 208. 

Blake, Mary Elizabeth (b. Dungar- 
ven, Waterford, 1840; d. 1905), 26, 

131, 206, 408, 520, 736, 785, 1031. 

Boucicault, Dion (b. Dublin, 1822 ; 
d. 1890), 1056. 

Brooke, Henry (b. Rantavan, Ca- 
van, 1706; d. 1783), 848. 

Brooke, Stopford A. (b. Letterken- 
ny, Donegal, 1832 ), 499. 

Brooke, Charlotte (b. Rantavan, 
Cavan, 1740; d. 1793), 962, 1028. 

Brown, Frances (b. Stranorlar, 
Donegal, 1816; d. 1879), 442. 

Bryce, James (b. Aberdeen, 1838 
), 606. 

Burke, Edmund (b. Arran Quay, 
Dublin, 1730; d. 1797), 34, 35, 98, 

132, 144, 291, 292, 343, 345, 521, 
522, 555, 754, 773, 798, 802, 844, 
847, 850, 891. 


Burke, Rev. T. N. (b. Galway, 1830 ; 
d. 1883), 128, 297, 717, 725, 1009. 

Calanan, James Joseph (b. Cork, 
1795; d. 1829), 746, 1036, 1049, 
1050. 

Cherry, Andrew (b. Limerick, 1762 ; 
d. 1812), 957. 

Chesson, Mrs. W. H. (Nora Hopper, 
b. Dublin (?), 1871; d. 1906), 66. 

Cobb, Frances Power (b. Dublin, 
1822 ; d. 1904), 762. 

Cockran, W. Bourke (b. Ireland, 

1854^ ), 7, 240, 461, 619, 741, 

1077. 

Collins, William (b. Strabane, 
Tyrone, 1838; d. 1890), 77, 232, 
276, 304, 359, 394, 410, 540, 716, 
1132, 1146. 

Concanen, Matthew (b. Dublin (?), 
1701; d. 1749), 140. 

Congreve (b. Ireland, 1670; d. 
1729), 13, 581, 724, 858, 886, 967, 
1065. 

Conway, Katherine E. (b. Roch- 
ester, N. Y., ), 28, 110, 146, 

244, 317, 432, 457, 529, 776, 777, 
883, 917, 1019, 1021, 1062. 

Connelly, James (b. Kileshandra, 
Cavan, 1842 ), 1159. 

Coyle, Henry (b. Boston, 1864 ), 

250, 702, 751, 826. 

Crawford, Julia (b. Cavan, 1800 
(?); d. 1885), 778. 

Croker, Thomas Crofton (b. Cork, 
1798 ; d. 1854), 763. 

Croly, George (b. Dublin, 1780 ; d. 
1860), 433, 674, 764, 915, 1012, 
1108. 


164 


INDEX TO AUTHORS. 


Cronin, Rev. Patrick (b. Adare, 
Limerick, 1835; d. 1905), 363, 413, 
417, 480, 627, 910, 1198. 

Curran, John Philpot (b. Newmar- 
ket, Cork, 1750; d. 1817). 182, 
351, 818, 863, 986, 1016, 1051. 

Daley, T. A. (b. Philadelphia, Pa., 

1871 ), 328, 348, 424, 604, 632, 

830. 

Darley, George (b. Dublin, 1785 ; d. 
1846), 64, 122, 170. 

Davis, Eugene (b. Clonakilty, Cork, 
1857 ), 195. 

Davis, Francis (b. Ballincollig, Cork, 
1810; d. 1885), 141. 

Davis, Thomas (b. Mallow, Cork, 
1814; d. 1845), 39, 41, 52, 78, 
215, 251, 258, 270, 337, 358, 557, 
737, 884, 949. 

Davitt, Michael (b. Mayo, 1846 
), 790. 

Dermody, Thomas (b. Ennis, Clare, 
1775; d. 1802), 471, 1008. 

Denham, Sir John (b. Dublin, 1615 ; 
d. 1669), 609, 920, 1025. 

Dillon, Wentworth, “Roscommon” 
(b. Dublin. 1633; d. 1684), 55, 168, 
373, 513, 618, 842, 869, 1082, 1182, 
1191. 


Drennan, William (b. Belfast, 
1754; d. 1820), 220, 1150. 

Duffy, Sir Charles Gavin (b. 
Monaghan, 1816; d. 1903), 94. 

Egan, Maurice Francis (b. Phila- 
delphia, Pa., 1852 ), 16, 45, 

51. 58, 186, 197, 205, 243, 380, 
445, 484, 516, 552, 565, 576, 578, 

582, 635, 722, 829, 855, 859, 861, 

960, 982, 1005, 1030, 1177. 

Emmett, Robt. (b. Dublin, 1778 ; 
d. 1803), 137, 214, 491, 549. 

Ferguson, Sir Samuel (b. Belfast, 
1810; d. 1886), 172, 225, 602, 634. 

Ford, Mrs. Mary A., “Una” (b. 
Antrim, 1841; d. 1876), 53, 76, 
123, 125, 142, 158, 176, 194, 198, 

255, 274, 275, 298, 387, 398, 562, 

757, 923, 940, 941, 1044, 1048. 

Flecknoe, Richard (b. , Ireland; 

d. 1678), 1109. 

Francis, Sir Philip (b. Dublin, 
1740; d. 1818), 127, 239, 463, 494. 

Furlong, Alice (b. Dublin, 1875 ; 
), 294. 

Furlong, Mary (b. Dublin, 1868 ; 
d. 1898), 1043. 

Furlong, Thomas (b. Wexford, 
1794 ; d. 1827), 1003, 1004. 


De Yere, Aubrey T. (b. Curragh 
Chase, Limerick, 1814; d. 1892), 
18, 24, 118, 121, 227, 252, 305, 331, 
337, 365, 376, 430, 447, 504, 508, 

590, 607, 630, 636, 663, 669, 698, 

712, 728, 813, 846. 875, 878. 893, 

939. 952, 975, 978, 979, 1002, 1015, 
1147, 1163, 1194. 

De Vere, Sir Aubrey (b. Curragh 
Chase. Limerick, 1788; d. 1840), 
527, 677, 772, 1126. 

Donnelly, Eleanor C. (b. Phila- 
delphia, Pa., 1848 ), 286, 450, 

628, 654, 673, 700, 804, 958, 1055. 

Downing, Ellen Mary Patrick (b. 
Cork, 1828; d. 1869), 340, 963, 
1113. 


Gibbons, Cardinal (b. Baltimore, 

Md., 1834 ), 6, 87, 90, 91, 92, 

93. 130, 171, 223, 246, 247, 314, 
315, 349, 452, 453, 752, 873, 897, 
898, 899, 900, 1023, 1200. 


Goldsmith (b. Pallasmore, Longford, 
1728; d. 1774), 9, 21, 29, 32, 33, 
46, 47, 48, 49, 116, 129, 145, 150, 
152, 153, 248, 263, 264, 278, 310, 

344, 382, 388, 419, 439, 454, 472, 

473, 474, 526, 569, 591, 601, 608, 

612, 633, 641, 664, 670, 671, 672, 

775, 783, 807, 819, 843, 845, 852, 

865, 866, 868, 871, 877, 895, 905, 

908, 948, 973, 984, 1111, 1149 
1152, 1190. 

Grattan, Henry (b. Dublin, 1746 ; d. 
1820), 547, 548. 


Dowden, Edward (b. Cork, 1843 — ), 
731. 

Dollard, Rev. James (b. Kilkenny, 
1872 ), 701. 


Green, George Arthur (b. Dublin. 
1853 ), 822, 1027. 

Green, Mrs. J. R. (b. Kells, Meath, 
1848 ), 329. 


INDEX TO AUTHORS 


165 


Griffin, Gerald (b. Limerick, 1803 ; 
d. 1840), 71, 80, 97, 103, 120, 143, 
181, 242, 245, 257, 330, 338, 341, 

346, 347, 379, 384, 436, 438, 475, 

482, 495, 503, 551, 563, 568, 588, 

596, 616, 647, 795, 815, 829, 839, 

854, 896, 901, 922, 976, 985, 1017, 
1091, 1100, 1139, 1167. 

Gwynn, Stephen (b. Donegal, 1865 
), 657, 1142. 

Hinkson, Catherine Tynan (b. 
Dublin ), 880. 

Hogan, Michael (b. Thomond, Lim- 
erick, 1832; d (?). 67, 259, 306, 
370, 411, 642, 682. 690, 707, 753, 
761, 817, 870, 938, 950, 1103, 1140, 
1195, 1197. 

Ingram, James Ivells (b. Donegal, 
1823 ), 1081, 1161. 

Ireland, Most Rev. John (b. Ireland, 
1838 ), 174, 553, 791. 

Irwin, Thomas Caufield (b. War- 
ren Point, Down, 1823; d. 1892), 
82, 965, 1137. 

Johnson, Lionel (b. Sligo, 1867 ; d. 
1902), 269, 713. 

Johnston, James Nicoll (b. Ards, 

Donegal ), 22, 68, 105, 108, 

111, 350, 748, 755, 909, 1114. 

Joyce, Robert Dwyer (b. Gleno- 
sheen, Limerick, 1830; d. 1883), 
124. 

Kavenaugh, Rose (b. Killadroy, 
Tyrone, 1860; d. 1891), 919, 1029. 

Keane, Most Rev. John Joseph 
(b. Ballyshannon, Donegal, 1839 ; 
d. 1912), 36, 38, 40, 59, 89, 106, 
147, 164, 320, 369, 390, 417, 459, 

486, 490, 534, 561, 574, 579, 583, 

585, 586, 587, 615, 625, 721, 793, 

811, 840, 867, 874, 887, 894, uo2, 

903, 980, 988, 1144, 1164, 1173. 

Kelly, Hugh (b. Killamey, 1739 ; d. 
1777), 1033. 

Kickham, Charles Joseph (b. Tip- 
perary, 1830; d. 1882), 509, 659. 

Knowles, James Sheridan (b. Cork, 
1784 ; d. 1862), 101. 

Larminie, William (b. Mayo, 1850; 
d. 1900), 618. 

Lawless, Emily (b. Ireland ), 

796. 


Lecky, William H. (b. Newton Pk., 
Dublin, 1838; d. 1903), 100, 1078, 
1080, 1104. 

Lock, John (b. Callan, Kilkenny, 
1847; d. 1889), 467. 

Lover, Samuel (b. Dublin, 1797 ; d. 
1868), 8, 10, 11. 12, 115, 280, 287. 
307, 321, 333, 352, 418, 437, 487, 

500, 506, 592, 639, 643, 648, 709, 

710, 711, 759, 782, 831, 836, 928, 

937, 947, 971, 1099, 1101, 1106, 

1112 . 

Lysaght, Edward (b. Clare, 1763 ; 
d. 1810), 204. 

Mangan, James Clarence (b. Dublin, 
1803; d. 1849), 4, 235, 253, 272, 

353, 356, 361, 477, 505. 507, 595, 

732, 735, 890, 907, 1088, 1092, 
1097, 1117, 1123. 

Mathew, Rev. Theobold (b. Cashel, 
Cork, 1790; d. 1856), 1074. 

Mahany, Rowland B. (b. Buffalo. 

N. Y., 1864 ). 17. 20, 190, 282, 

406, 493, 629, 638, 645, 792, 879, 
954, 1014, 1049, 1079. 

Mahoney, Rev. Sylvester, “Father 
Prout” (b. Dublin, 1823; d. 1867), 
69, 680. 

Mahar, Thomas Francis (b. Dublin, 
1823; d. 1867), 465, 496, 550, 573, 
738. 

Martly, John (b. Dublin, 1844 ; d. 
1882), 256. 

Montgomery, James (b. Scotland, 
1771; d. 1854). 420, 426, 435, 
541, 613, 617, 668, 750, 758, 765, 

767, 769, 788, 856, 860, 906, 925, 

1037, 1094. 

Moore, Thomas (b. Dublin, 1779 ; 
d. 1852), 1. 14, 54, 70, 86, 102, 
114, 126, 135, 136, 155, 162, 169, 

178, 183, 185, 207, 218, 221, 224, 

226, 228, 261, 284, 296, 299, 309, 

316, 319, 322, 323, 336, 366, 393, 

396, 397, 399, 400, 401, 405, 413, 

415, 416, 427, 449, 460, 481, 515, 

536, 539, 543, 554, 575, 603, 621, 

644. 646, 656, 665, 666, 678, 687, 

689, 691, 692, 714. 718, 726, 747, 

760, 784, 786, 794, 797, 808, 809, 

820, 856, 860, 888, 892, 904, 926, 

930, 931, 945, 946, 972, 991, 997, 

1011, 1013, 1054, 1058, 1059, 1070, 
1107, 1131, 1138, 1141, 1148, 1153, 
1171, 1188. 


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INDEX TO AUTHORS. 


Mullany, Patrick Francis, “Bro- 
ther Azarias” (b. Tipperary, 1847 ; 
d. 1893), 43, 44, 512, 514, 530, 816. 

MacDare, Teige (b. Kilkenny, 17th 
Cent. ), 1162. 

MacManus, James, “Seumas” (b. 

Mountcharles, Donegal, 1868 ), 

362, 584, 827. 

MacManus, Mrs. Seumas, “Ethna 
Carbery” (b. Ballymena, 1866 ; d. 
1902), 362, 955, 1006. 

McBurney, William (b. Near Bel- 
fast, (?) ; d. 1902), 139. 

McCarthy, Denis A. (b. Carrick-on- 

Suir, Tipperary, 1871 ), 2, 63, 

74, 75, 85, 112, 156, 192, 202, 216, 
267, 338, 502, 564, 566. 594, 598, 
631, 650, 695, 720, 744, 823, 835, 
881, 916, 920, 929, 956, 993, 1000, 
1020, 1032, 1134. 

McCarthy, Denis Florence (b. Dub- 
lin, 1817; d. 1882), 511, 537, 810, 
1052, 1075, 1076. 

McCarthy, Justin (b. Cork, 1830 
), 342, 1192. 

McDermott, Martin (b. Dublin, 
1823 ), 723, 727. 

McGee, Thomas De Arcy (b. Car- 
lingford, Louth, 1825: d. 1868), 
50, 134, 157, 165, 167, 234, 308, 
355, 372, 378, 385, 392, 394, 395, 

434, 464, 488, 558, 560, 599, 605, 

611, 626, 686, 742, 770, 781, 799, 

800, 806, 812, 851, 885, 912, 964, 

977, 1022, 1034, 1095, 1098, 1105, 
1118, 1127, 1133, 1154, 1155, 1158, 
1176, 

McGroarty, John S. (b. Luzerne Co., 
Pa., 1862 ), 265, 273, 1073. 

Norton, Caroline (b. Dublin (?), 
1807; d. 1877), 163, 676, 1038, 
1179. 

Nugent, Gerald (b. Clare, 1832 ) 

219. 

Ogle, George (b. Wexford, 1742; d. 
1814), 1096. 

Orr, Andrew (b. Coleraine, Derry, 
1822 ; d. ), 743. 

O’Brian, Grace Charlotte (b. Cahir- 
moyle, Limerick, 1845; d. 1910), 
65, 180. 


O’Brian, William Smith (b. Dromo- 
land, Clare, 1803; d. 1864,, 154, 
1039. 

O’Brian, Fitz James (b. Limerick, 
1828 ; d. 1862), 231. 

O’Connell, Daniel (b. Cahirciveen, 
1775; d. 1847), 95, 184, 210, 981. 

O’Connor, Joseph (b. Clyde Hill, N. 
Y., 1841; d. 1908), 693, 697. 

O’Donnell, John Francis (b. Lim- 
erick, 1837; d. 1874), 1084. 

O’Donohue, Mrs. Power, “Nannie 

Lambert” (b. Galway ), 326, 

327. - 

O’Dougherty, Mrs. Izod, “Eva” (b. 
Galway, 1825; d. 1910), 236, 531, 
637, 651, 694, 699, 719, 969, 1041. 

O’Grady, Standish James (d. Castle- 
town, Tipperary, 1846 ), 658, 

705. 

O’Hagan, John (b. Newry, 1822 ; a 
1890), 876, 1110. 

O’Hagan, Thomas (b. near Toronto, 

) ,73, 133, 193, 203, 302, 407, 

696, 745, 803, 1010, 1172. 

O’Hara, Tpieodore (b. Dansville, Ky., 
1820 ; d. 1867), 160, 249. 

O’Leary, Rev. Arthur (b. Acres, 
Cork, 1729; d. 1802), 1026. 

O’Leary, Ellen (b. Tipperary, 1831 ; 
d. 1887), 421. 

O’Malley, Charles J. (b. Union Co., 
Kentucky, 1857; d. 1910), 61, 83, 
84, 99, 229, 289, 311, 391, 518, 519, 
589, 667, 1069, 1115, 1160. 

O’Malley, Richard (b. Wilkes- 

Barre, Pa. 1866 ), 138, 159, 

217, 448, 789. 

O’Neill, Arthur Barry, C. S. C. 
(b. St. George, N. B., Can., 1858 

), 117, 196, 212, 213, 312, 334, 

375, 414, 440, 451, 501, 535, 538, 
703, 853, 1047, 1089, 1196. 

O’Reilly, John Boyle (b. Douth 
Castle, Meath, 1844; d. 1890). 3, 
31, 37, 79, 104, 151, 166, 177, 189, 
191, 201, 209, 233, 237, 238, 266, 

277, 300, 313, 332, 366, 374, 383, 

428, 431, 455, 456, 462, 468, 479, 

489, 492, 498, 505, 510, 523, 525, 

528, 542, 544, 545, 546, 559, 600, 

610, 620, 623, 624, 704, 730. 740, 

832, 838, 849, 864, 911, 918, 932, 

968, 974, 983, 989, 990, 998, 1040, 
1045, 1061, 1063, 1068, 1120, 1135, 
1156, 1157, 1166, 1169, 1174, 1180, 
1183, 1185, 1187, 1189. 


INDEX TO AUTHORS. 


167 


O’Shaughnessy, Arthur (b. Galwav, 
1846 ; d. 1881), 1072. 

Parnell. Fannie (b. Wicklow, 1854 ; 
d. 1882), 260, 268. 

Parnell, Thomas (b. Dublin. 1670 ; 
d. 1717). 593, 688, 801, 805, 994, 
1087, 1168. 


Roche, James Jeffrey (b. Mount- 
mellick. Queen’s Co., 1847 ; d. 
1908). 357. 377, 381. 443. 497, 597, 
943, 961, 1024, 1060, 1124. 


Rolleston, Thomas W. (b. Shinroe, 
King’s Co., 1857 ), 412, 1119. 


Rossa, J. O’Donovan 
bery, Cork, 1831 ; 
303, 556, 1125. 


(b. Rosscar- 
d. 1910 (?), 


Russell, Rev. Matthew (b. Newry. 
Down, 1831; d. 1912), 107, 483, 
862. 


Russell, George W. (b. Lurgan. 

Armagh, 1867 ), 57, 60, 81. 

173, 293, 458, 478, 517, 933, 1086. 


Shalloe, Agnes (b. Walsall, Eng., 
1862 ), 283, 1199. 

Shea, John A. (b. ), 771. 

Sheehan, M. F. (b. Waterford ), 

640. 649. 780. 921, 959, 987, 1051, 
1083, 1088, 1175, 1178. 

Sheehan, V. Rev. Canon (b. Mallow, 
Cork, 1852 ), 706. 

Sheil, Richard Lalor (b. Water- 
ford, 1791 ; d. 1851), 200. 

Skrine, Mrs., “Moria O’Neill” (b. 
Ulster ), 1053. 

Steele, Sir Richard (b. Dublin. 
1672; d. 1729), 19, 253, 325, 662. 

Stern, Lawrence (b. Clonmel, 1713 : 
d. 1768), 88, 1181. 

Stokes, Whitley (b. Dublin, 1830 
), 614, 914, 1057. 

Sullivan, Alexander M. (b. Bantry, 
1830 ; d. 1884), 966. 


Ryan, Rev. Abram, “Father Rvan”, 
(b. Limerick ?, 1834 ?: d. 1886 ?), 
23. 25. 56. 72, 109, 113. 148, 149, 
188, 222, 281, 285, 324, 339, 360, 

367, 371, 425, 444, 476, 524, 653. 

661, 720, 729, 734, 749, 756, 833, 

837, 913. 924. 927. 944. 953, 970. 

995. 1001, 1046. 1064, 1066, 1071, 
1085, 1102, 1165, 1184. 

Sadlier, Mrs. Mary A. (b. Cotehill, 
Cavan, 1820; d. 1903), 241, 423, 
469, 660, 684. 

Sadlier, Anna T. (b. Montreal, Can., 

1854 ), 179, 230, 262, 279, 386, 

533, 857, 889. 

Savage, John (b. Dublin, 1828 ; d. 
1888). 42, 271, 290, 295, 403, 446, 
675, 679, 681, 683, 685, 766, 768, 
814. 821, 824, 834. 841, 882, 936, 
992. 1067. 1116, 1122, 1128, 1129, 
1130, 1136, 1193. 

Savage-Armstrong, Geo. Francis 
(b. Dublin, 1841 ; d. 1865), 389, 
422, 708, 715, 1090, 1145. 

Seigerson, George (b. Tyrone ), 

368, 1018. 


Sullivan, Timothy Daniel (b. Ban- 
try, Cork, 1827 ), 161. 

Swift, Dean (b. Dublin, 1667 : d. 
1745), 27, 30, 119, 318. 364. 570. 
580, 872, 951, 1121, 1170. 

Todhuntf-r, John (b. Dublin, 1839 
), 942, 1007, 1042. 

Tone, Wolf (b. Dublin, 1763; d. 
1798), 96. 

Walsh, Thomas (b. Brooklyn, N. Y., 
1875 ), 62, 301, 485, 999, 1143. 

Wild, Lady, “Speranza” (b. Wexford, 
1826; d. 1896), 5, 15. 175. 199, 
211, 335, 429, 441, 466. 532. 567, 
577, 739, 779, 825, 851. 1093, 1186. 

Wild, Richard Henry (b. Dublin, 
1789; d. 1847), 254. 

Wills, William Gorman (b. Kil- 
kenny, 1828 ; d. 1891), 652. 

Wilkins, William (b. Zante, Ionian 
Is., 1852 ), 622. 

Wolfe, Charles (b. Dublin, 1791 ; d. 
1823), 288, 402. 

Young, Julia Ditto (b. Buffalo, N. Y., 
), 351, 572, 996. 


), 357, 377, 381, 443, 497, 597, 

Rossa J. O’Donovan (b. Rosscar- 












